"How dare you, a scoundrel born from a witch, have the right to negotiate terms with me?"
Xiao Liren squeezed Du Ruan's hand and trembled slightly, thinking that he heard wrongly.
"What did you say?"
"I said you were born of a witch..."
"Crack."
Xiao Liren's eyes turned red with rage, and before he could finish his words, he punched Du Ruan. There was a "pop" sound, and his fist landed on the wall behind Du Ruan. Bright red blood dripped down instantly, but Du Ruan didn't even blink, and twitched the corner of his mouth to sneer.
"Why, you want to kill me? Like mother, like son. No, you are better than your mother who kills people without blinking an eye. You kill people and you still find a high-sounding excuse for yourself. You are more hypocritical and disgusting than her."
"You... Hate me so much?"
"Yes, I wish I could cut you to pieces with a thousand knives. I wish I could dig out your heart with my own hands and see if it's red or black."
Xiao Liren was stunned for a moment but suddenly started laughing until he couldn't stop laughing.
Concept: Many things in the world are not black and white