Ryan didn't answer immediately. He simply warned Su Jian and Fan Chun one last time, his tone calm but sharp. "Move aside. If you keep blocking the road, I won't be polite."
It wasn't that Ryan had a good temper. These two were nothing more than ants to him. He simply didn't want to cause trouble at the Western Mansion branch.
Anywhere else, they'd already be corpses.
"Ha! Not polite?" Su Jian sneered. "You, little runt, have you even been weaned?"
"You're dead!" Li Wujie's face flushed red.
From childhood to now, no one had ever dared speak to him like this.
Li Wujie was the Li Clan's treasured genius, doted on and protected. Arrogance was practically carved into his bones. If not for Ryan holding him back earlier, he would have attacked long ago.
Ryan sighed lightly and shook his head. "Some people really are cheap and insist on courting death."
He turned to Li Wujie. "Go ahead and teach these guys a lesson. But this is the Western Mansion gate. Keep it light."
