"Only those who can't have it feel such jealousy, such loathing, because they need to numb themselves in this way. What a cowardly and timid act, admit it, you're just jealous of those you call ants and pigs and sheep, jealous that they have someone who loves them and live happier lives than you. You can't stand others being happier than you, compared to them you're like a foul rat living underground, unsightly."
Xu Ke's words were sharp as knives, unexpectedly tearing away the veil of dignity that the old man shrouded himself with, shredding it to pieces and flushing it down the toilet, leaving him no chance to cover up even the slightest bit.
The old man's wrinkled skin trembled uncontrollably, a man who was once calm and collected seemed ignited by some fury, and this time he charged at Xu Ke like a rabid beast, as if wanting to tear Xu Ke to pieces. All his attacks were chaotic, giving Xu Ke a chance to exploit an opening, and he kicked the old man's soft belly.
