"Fuck! That damn whore, that bitch... She dares to ignore me, Itak Blaswenchi? Does she really think she's something special?" As he stalked down the main road from the airport, Itak murmured to himself with a ferocious expression. He had never imagined that an outstanding Italian gentleman like himself, a revered member of the Braswevinch Family, could be disregarded and rejected like that by a Huaxia whore.
That savage Huaxia man dressed in 'trash' from head to toe—did that whore, that bitch, really fancy that type of garbage? The more he thought about it, the more his expression twisted with ferocious jealousy. Jealous that even such trash could win Gu Feishuang's favor, while he, Itak, so excellent, so outstanding, so handsome... was rejected and even ridiculed. It was simply unfair!
That son-of-a-bitch whore, that damn bitch... He couldn't stop cursing in his heart.
HONK! HONK!
