His penchant for men was Lin Shou's deepest, most shameful secret—a vulnerability he desperately tried to hide from the world, a line that must never be crossed.
Now, Madam Yang had torn it open for all to see, a bloody, public spectacle. It was as if he'd been stripped of every last shred of decency. The dam of his reason, battered by a flood of fury, shame, and panic, finally burst.
"I'll kill you, you bitch!"
Lin Shou's face twisted. With a beast-like roar, he leaped into the air, his right palm cutting through the air with a vicious whistle as he struck at Madam Yang, who was nestled in Chen Sheng's arms.
He was consumed by rage, his only thought to strike down the wretched woman who had exposed his greatest secret.
Madam Yang felt a vicious gust of wind and her heart tightened. She instinctively clutched Chen Sheng's clothes.
But faced with Lin Shou's full-powered, rage-fueled strike, Chen Sheng's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even shift in his seat.
