An adopted son? When did Dad take in another adopted son? And he was a... spirit dancer? And... he enjoyed bullying our third brother?
In that instant, Xiao Ding felt his worldview face an unprecedented challenge. He had imagined countless possibilities, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought that the one who had caused such a commotion and left their entire Desert Iron Mercenary Group covered in disgrace was a bargain-bin little brother his father had picked up from who knew where-one whose profession was spirit dancing!
Xiao Ding's expression froze. From anger to composure, then to his current stupor and bewilderment, he looked like a weathered stone statue. His mind was a pot of boiling porridge, utterly unable to connect the image of this greasepaint clown before him with the identity of "Father's adopted son."
Yet while Xiao Ding's mind had ground to a halt, Xiao Li, who stood beside him unable to release his long whip as his Dou Qi was drained away, keenly caught the key words that set his fury blazing. Ignoring his dwindling Dou Qi and his eldest brother's strange expression, he simply glared fixedly at Xiao Yi and forced an angry roar through his clenched teeth.
"What did you say? You bully Little Yanzi all the time? You bastard!"
Xiao Ding finally recovered from the utterly unbelievable revelation that this was his father's "adopted son." His father, Xiao Zhan... had adopted a spirit dancer who spent his days taking pleasure in bullying their third brother. This was already beyond his comprehension.
Yet compared with that bizarre identity, the words "bullying Little Yanzi" were more like a spark touching a powder keg, instantly detonating his suppressed fury.
His eyes, which had gone somewhat blank with shock, sharpened once more. For a moment, his