Young Master, Please Don't Lose Your Temper!

The little figure planted one foot on the table and the other on a stool, one hand on their hip and the other pointing at the people seated at the table across from them, radiating sheer confidence. "With a face uglier than a pig's, you still have the nerve to come out and make a fool of yourself. This young master thinks you're just jealous that my old man is better-looking, so you started spouting insults. I'm not unreasonable. Apologize, and we'll call it even. If you don't, you're not leaving this place today." The people at the table being pointed at sprang to their feet, looking ready to slap the little figure dead. "You won't apologize? Fine! One-on-one or all of you against me? I'm still young, so if we go one-on-one, people might gossip about you. Better make it a group fight!" The little figure smiled, looking the very picture of compassion. Then they lightly clapped their hands, and a large group of guards appeared behind them. The people at the other table all went pale!