40 A Fight to The End (1/2)

Just what exactly were Head Butlers?

They were authority figures who managed all matters in a clan. To most clansmen, whose paths would never cross with the patriarch, Head Butlers were their God; they controlled their fate.

If they commanded you to go left, no one would dare turn right.

Head Butlers could place you on top of the world and let you enjoy the clan's preferential treatment, but they could also throw you down to pit's bottom and work in the clan's sweatshop factories without redemption for your entire life.

Feng Lang was stunned by Feng Lin's audacity to defy the Head Butler.

This rascal seriously didn't know the gravity of this; he had practically given up on improving his situation.

To think that he dared to offend even the Head Butler. Suddenly, Feng Lang didn't think much about the lad's tousle with him from before; that was nothing compared to this.

He must say, this lowly boy was truly a man!

Feng Lang's expression was painted with shock.

Feng Lin, on the other hand, remained confrontational with the Head Butler. He looked calm and without any intention to retreat.

Perhaps this Head Butler was a God-like figure to the rest of the Feng clansmen, but this wasn't the case for him.

He was just about to be assigned to one of the clan's sweatshop factories; his pre-destined fate was miserable enough as it stood, how much worse could it get even if he offended this Head Butler?

When else should he fight against his 'fate' if not now?

Feng Lin had long since arrived at this realization.

Fight. He must fight and fight to the end.

His miserable fate was right in front of his eyes. If he didn't fight now, then he would never get out of this predicament.

Feng Lin's ”I reject” was resolute, spoken with a tone that could sever iron.

The atmosphere tensed up in an instant, so much so that it was stifling.

The Head Butler's face scrunched hideously in disapproval, his anger rising by the minute until it reached its limit.

Withholding the power of the clansmen, there was no one else who was above him besides the patriarch. It wouldn't be far-fetched to say that he could hide the sky with a hand.

When had anyone opposed him?

And a low-grade clansman at that. What a rebellion!

Where was the discipline if he didn't give this rascal a taste of his medicine? Where would he place his dignity as the Head Butler if he didn't?

The pair of malicious, northern goshawk's eyes maintained its death stare on Feng Lin; they were sharp as knives as though they could slice Feng Lin into a million pieces.

A surge of strange energy rose in the air, as imposing as a mountain, cold as ice while it weighed heavily on one's heart.

Feng Lin remained unmoving at his spot despite the clear display of struggle in his expression. It was obvious that he could feel the heavy pressure as though the weight of a hill was pressing against his spine, forcing him to keel in defeat and kneel on the ground, and to stop defying.

No!

His gaze burned intensely while he forced his back up, taking on a posture of being undaunted by the Head Butler. Feng Lin didn't dare to let his spine bend in the slightest. Like a lonely pine tree atop the cliff, windswept and battered by rain, suppressed by adversity. It would rather die than submit to it; he would rather die than bend.

”What a man!” Despite his condescending views about Feng Lin before, Feng Lang couldn't help being inwardly awed by the former.

The intangible interaction between the two was intense. As a spectator, Feng Lang couldn't help but shiver at the sight.

Head Butler was an Interstellar cultivator. Yet, against such a dignified presence, this low-grade clansman was unyielding and continued standing tall.

Regardless of his potential, the fact that he dared to go up against the Head Butler was respectable in itself!

”Don't even think about it!” Seeing as he couldn't take down Feng Lin with his vigor alone, the Head Butler broke his silence.

A glint flashed across Feng Lang's eyes at the sound of that.

As the direct descendant of the clan, he was no stranger to the Head Butler.

While the Head Butler remained impassive, he must have been raging inside. Otherwise, for someone who remained cold and distant usually, he wouldn't have spouted such agitated choice of words.

How decisive, leaving no room for negotiations.

This lad was going to get unlucky!

”Why not?” Against the Head Butler's verdict, Feng Lin didn't retreat.

”The clan raised you up, so every single one of you has a duty to fulfill. As a low-grade clansman who can't get into college, playing your part in the clan's factory is your duty and your destiny. You must know that this clan doesn't tolerate good-for-nothings. If everyone turned a blind eye on the rules like you do and reject their responsibility to the clan, then won't everything be thrown into chaos? Will there still be any clan rules to speak of then?” the Head Butler lashed out severely.