Shen Nie, sitting there with ease and leisure, casually toyed with the disparity before him and said lightly, "Yes, I hate you, I wish you were dead, and preferably a horrible death at that, but the thing is I can't kill you."
Shen Nie shook his head, posing a difficult question to himself: "What to do if I can't kill you? I guess I'll just have to torment the most important person to you, right?"
He sighed, "I really didn't expect that little bastard to mean so much to you. That really surprises me, but this little test has indeed yielded quite the harvest."
On Shen Nie's clear and serene face, the words 'little bastard' came out of his mouth without seeming out of place in the slightest.
Shen Nie's words infuriated King's mother, making her almost grind her teeth to bits. She said angrily, "You call him a little bastard, do you think you're much better than him?"
