Chapter two
Being held back by two of Zixuan's friends made Haoran rethink why he was stooping to this level. With a sharp jerk, he removed his arms from their grip and pointed at Zixuan, his voice low but venomous.
"You like to act like a spoiled king? Just know this, one day, you'll realize even kings get knocked off their thrones."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out of the room, his shoulders tense with unspent fury.
Behind him, Zixuan's voice rang out, laced with mocking disdain. "Stupid weakling. If they hadn't held me back, I would've destroyed you." He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his fingers trembling with residual adrenaline.
"Leave me alone." He yanked his arm free from his friends, who hesitated, unsure whether to let him go. They knew all too well how destructive his temper could be when unchecked.
Zixuan stormed back to the couch and slumped down, grabbing a half-empty bottle of alcohol.
