Jingzhe raised his legs and pushed then back, sending Mo Liang back. Mo Liang fell back and his bark hit the floor and the knife slid landed slid away from him.
Jingzhe leaped over the table and stomped on Mo Liang's right hand before kicking him on the head.
As his brother wailed like a pig, he moved back to the sofa and sat down. With a smile on his face, he picked up the cup of milk and raised it to his lips. It was warmer than he liked and this killed his craving for it.
"Dammit, my tea has gone cold now because of you asshole. And you are bleeding all over the floor, Mei Mei will not be happy to see that."
Mo Liang stood up slowly, eyes wide in disbelief. He swallowed the pain he was feeling and ignored the blood running from his nose.
Glaring at Jingze, Mo Liang growled, "You....how could you break my hand? My body is much stronger because I drunk a strength serum."
