Like a pack of enraged beasts, both sides launched into a fierce, frenzied war of insults.
The shouting match lasted more than half an hour. Everyone's throat grew hoarse and dry from all the roaring, yet no one was willing to back down first.
Only when both sides were utterly exhausted, their mouths parched and tongues dry, did a brief truce finally begin.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Ying Ming Hao held Lin Zihan's icy hands tightly and asked anxiously in a low voice.
Even now, he was still completely bewildered, unable to make heads or tails of the situation. He had no idea what grudge these people held against Lin Zihan.
Meanwhile, Miss Shui, Tao Yang, and the others gathered around, their faces full of confusion.
They were just as curious about why this inexplicable clash had suddenly erupted, and even more eager to learn what deep-seated hatred lay between the two sides.
Just then, the young man named Han Jingyu suddenly let out a cold laugh.
The corners of his lips lifted into an inscrutable smile, as though he were plotting some unspeakable scheme.
"Heh, looks like you still don't know anything. Let me tell you, then."
"Lin Zihan is the eldest young lady of our Northern Territory's Lin Family. These two vermin belong to the Lin Family too. Yet the three of them had the gall to kill my own younger brother.
We searched for you for years without finding you. So you fled to the South Sea Continent! No wonder the Lin Family kept refusing to hand you over. They must have seen this coming, huh?!"
A complicated look flashed through Han Jingyu's eyes, as changeable as the winds and clouds. Hatred mingled with an indescribable yearning, forming a tangled mixture.
"You bastard, you