“Master? True dragon?” Kenneth blurted out in a shocked tone. “Uncle Simmons, is something wrong with your brain? How could you be deceived by that crook? He is not a master or a true dragon, he is just a useless live-in son-in-law... a moocher! The Wilson family that he is married to, they treat me like a king! They even gifted Wendy Wilson to me as my escort and companion. He is just a lowly ant compared to me!”
Then, he continued in an indignant voice, “Uncle Simmons, do you honestly think that deadbeat loser is worth it for you to protect him with all costs and even cut ties with our family? Are you going to ignore the years of friendship between our families?”
“Bastard!” Anthony’s face twisted into a resentful grimace. He picked up the medicine pestle on the table and slammed it into Kenneth’s head fiercely while cursing, “You and your blasphemous mouth! Get out of here right now!”
Kenneth couldn’t manage to avoid him, and the pestle knocked his forehead with a great force, causing it to swell up immediately.
He gritted his teeth in pain and shouted, “Fuck you, you fucking old man! You believe in that crooked liar and you even dared to beat me! I’ll fucking kill you!”
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