"So this is the vanguard of the Southwest Falcon? Heh—!" Qin Fan shook his head with a cold sneer, watching Qiao Xiyuan scramble pathetically toward him.
"Master Qin, my ignorant son has committed a heinous crime! I beg you to show mercy and spare his life!" the elderly patriarch pleaded, no longer caring about Qin Fan's disdainful sneer. His quivering voice betrayed his age and terror.
"Grandfather, what are you doing! Get up! You're the head of the Qiao Family! How can you kneel to this bastard! He's asking for death by barging into our home! Let's call in the army and wipe him out! Wipe him out!"
Suddenly, an immature voice erupted discordantly. Qin Fan turned his head at the sound. A boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen was clenching his fists, grinding his teeth, and glaring fiercely at him.
"Call in the army to wipe me out? Is the army yours to command?" Qin Fan taunted mockingly.
