A few days later, something big would happen because our family and Mo were coming.”
[Volume Two – Jianghu: Chapter Forty-Two ‘Thousand Altars Undrunk’]
When leaving, I dragged the old man back for a lecture. Our education involves violent intimidation and a long speech. The old man had his daughter serve hot tea and asked me to sit down. Damn the talk; I’m here to scold!
I slammed the table, making the tea cups jump, “You old man, how do you raise a daughter?! Stealing and abusing my son! Joining the Beggar Clan and doing it so badly! No ethics! If not for your face, I would’ve slapped that girl! This kind of untalented, ill-mannered person is a disgrace!”
“Ling Bodyguard, I’m extremely sorry…” The old man lowered his head.
I slammed the table again, making the whole earth tremble. “What use is your apology?! Raising a daughter like this is disrespectful to parents, to your ancestors! Sorry to my Jade Emperor godfather, to my King of Hell godfather, and to all good citizens of society! If you don’t know how to raise a daughter, don’t have one! You’ve produced such an unqualified, unethical waste!”
My long-winded speech made the old man wish to dig a hole and hide, his waist bent at almost a right angle, “Deeply ashamed, most apologetic…”
Damn, apologizing again!
I didn’t waste my precious saliva just to hear him keep apologizing! What use is an apology? Can it make up for my valuable time? Can it stop my boy Moran’s buttocks from swelling? Damn! I slap the table with all my might, rendering it completely destroyed. “Apologies are useless! Old man, I advise you not to waste time on the court!”
“Yes, yes… I will heed the guidance of Ling Bodyguard…” The old man bows his head even lower, occasionally glancing at the broken table, his heart bleeding over the expensive furniture.
“Heeding guidance, my foot! If you don’t properly discipline your wicked daughter, I’ll tear down your general’s mansion! Moran, let’s go!” I shout, grabbing Moran and leaving.
