"What's the matter? Weren't you full of bravado downstairs just now?" Ye Huan looked down at Miyamoto Shichiro, sneering coldly.
"Big brother, there were too many people just now, after all, your little brother is the 'young master of the Miyamoto Family', I have to maintain appearances, right? Please forgive me."
Miyamoto Shichiro said awkwardly, deliberately emphasizing the words "young master of the Miyamoto Family," hoping Ye Hu'an would spare him for the sake of the Miyamoto Family.
Ye Huan saw through his little tricks at a glance and mocked, "Let me tell you, the Miyamoto Family means nothing to me; your family's reputation holds no weight with me. If I want to kill you, even if your whole family comes, they can't stop me."
A flash of malice passed through Miyamoto Shichiro's eyes. How dare someone say that one of the eight great ninja families of the Eastern lands, the Miyamoto Family, was nothing in their eyes?
