Bai Yaoyao had yet to see Xiaomi return with Wang Jingyu when people from the Li Family arrived first.
An old man in a traditional Chinese jacket led the way, leaning on a cane. His steps were steady and his eyes sharp, fixed on Bai Yaoyao even from a distance.
Bai Yaoyao shot him a disdainful glance, then looked away. Beat the young ones, and the old ones came running!
"Even Old Master Li came! What the hell happened?"
"It's so fucking cold, but with all this drama to watch and nothing but the northwest wind to fill my belly, I still can't bring myself to leave!"
It was from the bystanders that Bai Yaoyao learned this little old man, who looked like a rotten old bastard, was the Li Family Head.
There were no energy fluctuations coming from him, but the man beside him was no pushover. He looked about two meters tall, his muscles straining against every inch of his clothes.
He was probably a level-four Ability User, though she couldn't tell how many abilities he had.
The little old man approached without even glancing at the people wrapped up like giant rice dumplings on the willow tree, as though he didn't know them. He simply asked, "You're Bai Yaoyao?"
"So what? Now that you know it's me, are you going to get down and kowtow?" Bai Yaoyao said with a light laugh, looking at him as though he were already dead.
Bai Yaoyao couldn't be bothered to play nice with scum like him. This rotten old bastard won't live to see tomorrow's sun. I'll make sure of it. One way or another, he's dying tonight.
Rather than flying into a rage, the little old man smiled. "Young lady, you'll regret what you did today. Don't throw