Third Young Master Jun stared coldly at Su Feiman: "So what about you, godfather? Are you the so-called peak of the strong, the one without any weaknesses because you desire and long for nothing?"
"Of course." Pride was written all over Su Feiman’s face.
"Hmph, then this Su Family, the new organization, all your lifelong efforts, you don’t care about them, devoid of any feelings?"
Su Feiman narrowed his eyes, looking extrely displeased.
"...No."
"Pitiful man."
Su Feiman was shaken, his face gradually contorted, a whirlpool of anger in his eyes. He felt pitied and sympathized with, which was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation to him.
Third Young Master Jun looked at him with disdain: "I don’t understand why you still bother to live; why not just die? Ha, living without desire and longing, what difference does it make from a dead man?"
"How dare you, can you lecture the godfather?" The bodyguards nearby, seeing him so disrespect the godfather, roared as if a keg of gunpowder had been lit.
But the godfather rebuked them, and the anger in his eyes slowly subsided, returning to a calm and rippleless state.
"You talk too much, king."
"It seems I’ve struck a nerve. You can tolerate others worshiping you, fearing you, hating you, but you can’t tolerate their sympathy, which just shows how truly pitiful you are."
Third Young Master Jun’s eyes remained calm, reflecting a clear and thorough understanding of the world, so indifferent, silently piercing hearts.
"If you think that by this ans, you can mold into a desireless strong man, then you are likely to be disappointed. I carry passion and desires all my life, enduring even through countless calamities, they can never be erased. Because love, itself, is the greatest desire and longing!"
Su Feiman looked at him for a long ti, the veins on the back of his hand twitching slightly.
The highest level of confrontation is not physical strength, not cunning, nor anything tangible in this world, but the power of the heart.
Su Feiman had never felt such intense pressure before, and for the first ti, lacked the confidence to surely win.
"Ha ha ha, that’s why challenging the impossible is more interesting. King, let’s see just how much you can astonish ! Lie Feng—"
Lie Feng trembled all over, looking at Su Feiman with utter astonishnt,
A mocking smile ford at the corner of Su Feiman’s mouth, filled with ruthlessness and cruelty.
"Feed your forr master yourself, considering your rapport, I think he won’t mind." He handed a small bottle to Lie Feng.
Lie Feng’s usually expressionless face turned pale as paper; his hand holding the bottle trembled faintly, overwheld with suppressed feelings.
Third Young Master Jun watched him coldly, Lie Feng’s fingers tightened, ashad he lowered his head.
"Don’t hesitate. The mont he attacked just now, you completely didn’t move. After becoming his betrayer, do you also want to betray ?" Su Feiman’s low, mocking voice was harsh and rciless.
What often destroys people’s hearts is not the pain of the body, but the agony inside.
What it ans to be totally abandoned, king should experience it too—the taste of being betrayed by a close one feeding him poison. Forever rember, never trust anyone around you; people, after all, can only truly trust themselves!
Under the godfather’s imnse pressure, Lie Feng could only steel his heart, went in front of Third Young Master Jun, opened the bottle, tremblingly drew a certain dose of the dicine, and injected it into Third Young Master Jun’s vein.
Third Young Master Jun remained indifferent, but he would never forget those eyes of Third Young Master, a look of mockery mixed with disappointnt and pain, which made his heart quiver.
"Have Mason keep an eye on him, and administer a stimulant if necessary to prevent shock!" After Su Feiman finished speaking, he left.
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