"What?! What did you say? You..." Zhaang Jin never in his wildest dreams imagined that Zhaang Ye, who had always been weak and kept a low profile, would actually dare to mock him. He was so stunned he could hardly believe his own ears.
A slight smile touched Zhaang Ye's lips as he said, enunciating each word, "You don't understand? Fine, I'll say it again. You, Zhaang Jin, are trash among trash. The absolute pinnacle of trash."
"Ah, you dare mock me? You're courting death!" Zhaang Jin snapped back to his senses and flew into a rage. He took two quick steps forward and lunged for Zhaang Ye.
