In the end, he was one step too late. Even though he had rushed frantically, Third Young Master Jun looked at the bloodied face in the shadows, and his heart was filled with immense anger.
His gaze was icy, disdainfully looking at the Godfather.
"Once upon a time, Godfather, you were my target, my challenge, the strong figure I wanted to surpass. Because you were such a powerful existence, as if standing at the pinnacle of the world. But now, I have come to realize your pitiful nature! That so-called aloofness, that so-called authority is nothing but a façade of cowardice, because you cannot truly make people submit, so you use power to humiliate. Ultimately, you have proven your own failure with your own hands; you can subdue the body, but not the heart. Everything you have done has never been meaningful."
The Godfather's face twisted, shrouded in a layer of eternal ice, his blood-stained fingers twitching convulsively.
