As Wu Tian finished speaking, Zhao Lan was startled and hurriedly exclaimed, "I... I'm only ten years old."
"I intend to kill someone, and I don't care how old he is," Wu Tian said coldly. "I tolerated you earlier only because today is Si'er's birthday, not because of your age!"
"Right, the birthday, the birthday," Zhao Lan's eyes darted around. "Today is Si'er's birthday, so you can't kill anyone."
"Unfortunately, my patience has its limits," Wu Tian stated indifferently.
At these words, everyone's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Is it true? Would he really kill a child? Zhao Lan didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't stop the terror coursing through him, as if disaster was imminent.
In an instant, he looked up and saw Wu Tian's finger pointing directly at him. He stumbled backward, his legs trembling as a tingling numbness spread across his scalp. The sense of impending doom was overwhelming.
