Looking at the dozen or so vicious servants, Little Feng was terrified. But then he remembered what Hong Yu had said: under no circumstances could he let his Momentum weaken.
He immediately slammed his hand on the table, shot to his feet, and snapped, "Who are you? I am Beichen Feng, son of the Patriarch, Beichen Ba! Do you dare lay a hand on me? Are you not afraid of death?"
"This..."
Little Feng was young, and his voice even held the raw immaturity of a boy.
But...
That cold shout had actually worked to some extent.
The dozen or so vicious servants exchanged glances, momentarily too afraid to move.
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the young girl with the leather whip standing behind them. She shrieked, "You worthless dogs! I, Beichen Ximen, am the Patriarch's daughter! Anyone else is an impostor. If you don't act now, I'll go and tell my mother to teach you all a harsh lesson."
Beichen Ximen, the daughter of Wang Fei and Beichen Ba.
