"You know what they say? Real men do men. Only sissies do women."
Mo Qi smiled. "See? Compared to you, we're all sissies. Doesn't that make you feel proud? Extra special?"
The middle-aged man: "…"
'Proud and special my ass!'
'What is all this nonsense? What the hell goes on in the minds of young people these days?!'
"You're playing with fire, courting death!" The middle-aged man's face turned livid with rage, and his immense pressure caused the space around them to tremble.
"Don't get so worked up," Mo Qi said, his expression a mask of innocence. "If you really think you're a sissy instead of a real man, that's fine by me."
"Bullshit! I'm not a sissy!" the middle-aged man roared instinctively.
His voice boomed like a great bell, its echoes reverberating endlessly.
"Hey, if you're not, you're not. Why so loud?" Mo Qi rubbed his ringing ears.
"Or did I strike a nerve?" He raised an eyebrow, shooting the middle-aged man a strange look.
