"Bastard, if you dare to frame my mother again, I, the Young Master, will cut you to death." Situ Zhi's eyes turned blood-red, filled with ferocity.
This intensity was not at all in line with his nine-year-old age.
While cursing, he raised the knife in his hand and fiercely swung it at Doctor Wang's foot.
"Puff!"
Whether it was because his strength was too great, or the knife too sharp, he unexpectedly chopped off one of Doctor Wang's legs in one blow.
"Aaaah...!"
Doctor Wang, who was already howling like a pig being slaughtered, cried even more miserably, hugging his severed foot and rolling on the ground several times, getting himself covered in blood. The scene was unspeakably gruesome.
The servants around felt a chill in their hearts; the Little Young Master was only nine years old, yet he could cut someone without even blinking. It was terrifying.
Indeed, Situ Zhi knew how to conceal himself. In front of people, he never showed his brutal side.
