Chapter 12 - You’re Not Worthy!
Chapter 12 - You’re Not Worthy!
"Wasn’t he crippled?"
"It was Li Zifeng who looked like the real cripple here."
"What a horrific loss. He’s just crying and crying. Is it that painful?"
"To be honest, young master Zifeng has always been a bully. Being beaten like this can kinda be considered poetic justice…"
Many soft discussions started. Li Zifeng’s reputation immediately came crashing down. There were some words that no one would dare to voice out loud, but kicking someone when they were down was something that came naturally to the audience. Within moments, Li Zifeng’s conduct in the last three years was brought to light.
Now, everyone was waiting for Li Yanfeng’s response.
And as Li Zifeng expected, his father got up after the six strikes.
"Milord, quickly save Zifeng, then execute this rebel!" Madam Mo wailed. She wanted to step forward herself, but she didn’t dare to. Everyone was watching Li Yanfeng. This was supposed to be his joyous occasion, and this had to be a huge slap in his face, especially when it came to the reputation-conscious Li Yanfeng.
Furthermore, Zephyr Tower was filled with many dignitaries as well. They may not say anything to his face, but they would definitely ridicule him behind his back after this.
Li Tianming could feel a gaze boring at him, and he released Li Zifeng, who crumpled over at his feet.
"Dad, mom, save me!" Li Zifeng crawled away like a dog, scrambling off the stage without even caring about his Purple-Eyed Bright Bird.
"Mother, this was for you!" This time, it was all to stick up for her, as well as himself. For his lost dignity — for the justice he deserved!
Wei Jing’s dignity had been cast aside with a divorce letter, while Li Tianming’s had been lost for three years.
Li Tianming was prepared to crush anything in his way, consequences be damned.
Today, he would rampage as much as he wanted. He was already displaying the beginnings of greatness. This day would definitely be left in the annals of Flamehaven history!
Li Tianming lifted his head, meeting his father’s gaze by chance. The latter’s eyes were grim, evident from his clenched, twitching fist, a last-ditch attempt to control his emotions. Li Tianming may have pissed him off, but he was still a man with a city under him — his dignity was at stake.
"An excellent performance, Tianming. It pleases me to see your perseverance, despite the past three years," Li Yanfeng said blandly.
"Why, thank you." The exchange seemed amicable on the surface, but was in truth fraught with tension.
In truth, Li Tianming had told Li Yanfeng how he had been framed when he returned from Ignispolis. However, the silent reply he received made him realise that his father feared Lightning Manor too much to offend them. At that moment, Li Tianming had been incredibly disappointed.
Even though he had the high and lofty position of commanding Flamehaven, he chose to give up Li Tianming in the face of the colossal Lightning Manor, while tossing aside his mother as an afterthought. That divorce letter of his had been his most vicious move yet, and Li Tianming had carved each and every word into his memory. Where was the mutual respect between husband and wife, and why was it instead a knife in the back?