Jiang Lai helped Cai Xian up and examined the wound on her face.
"Don't be afraid, he's a paper tiger. He can never defeat you."
"Lai Lai, I'm sorry, this is my problem but it has embarrassed you with me..."
Jiang Lai smiled nonchalantly.
He turned to glance at the nearby surveillance, then looked at Jiang Dao Hai, lowering his voice so only he could hear, speaking slowly.
"Jiang Dao Hai, you are like a maggot in a latrine. No, you're even worse than a maggot. You're a parasite, a harmful substance, sucking my mother's blood for so many years, and you even left a little parasite.
You both, father and son, are useless trash. It's fitting that old trash produced little trash. Just look at you, truly pitiful—your only legacy is Jiang Zhi, who is nothing but a scourge to society.
You have no purpose in life; you're a worthless person whom no one respects. Even the son you pride yourself on wishes to cut ties with you now!"
