Standing behind the Young Master, the man leading him glared upon hearing this, and snapped, "You're just a kid! What do you know? Shut up!"
"You're the one who's a kid! You're the one who should shut up! How dare you talk to me like that! You're spoiling for a beating!" The Young Master retorted, glaring back, with his little bald head shining brightly. He put his hands on his hips and faced the man defiantly, "Before three moves, my mother will kick the heroic-rescue-of-the-beauty guy, but before that, I'm going to beat you up for giving us such a lousy corner of a viewing platform! Humph!"
With that, the Young Master tiptoed and lunged at the tall man, tightly clenching his little fists, aiming straight at the man's face!
Dare call him a kid!
Dare tell him to shut up!
Humph!
Don't even know who he is!
He is the Little Prince of the Southern Country, commonly called the Little Prince, isn't he?
Dare to be fierce with him, asking for a fight!
