While Lin Feng and Ning Xi continued to eat, savoring every bite of the exquisitely prepared dishes, the world outside moved on at its steady, unrelenting pace.
Night fell in an instant, painting the city in shadows and golden lantern light.
But in one corner of the world, someone could not find even a moment's rest, haunted by the events of the morning.
"Father! You must avenge me! I want Lin Feng dead! I don't have any balls anymore because of him!" Li Tianhao's voice echoed through the halls as he raged and wept simultaneously.
His once-proud, handsome face was now contorted with pain, fury, and humiliation.
The features that had once drawn admiration were now little more than a broken mask of what had been.
His teeth had been shattered, his lower body completely crushed, leaving him in a state no man wished to remember… or endure.
Madness glittered in his eyes, a raw, burning hatred that consumed him utterly.
