Gabriel growled, wiping blood from his lip without listening. "You think you are above consequence because your mother fights your battles? You are nothing but a spoiled brat, I will discipline you today!"
That hit deeper than the punches.
Lu Zi Zhen's expression didn't change—but his eyes turned sharp, lethal, and cold; he hated anyone trying to intimidate or insult his mother. Who did he think he was to discipline him? Did he think his mommy didn't know how to bring him up?
He advanced in cold silence, each step tighter, more dangerous, and murderous Aura reeking all over the room.
Gabriel charged again, this time catching Zi Zhen around the middle, tackling him hard into the opposite wall. They crashed into the hand dryers, sparks flying as metal dented.
But Lu Zi Zhen's training showed, and it was time to maximize it; he shifted his weight, twisted out from Gabriel's grip, and slammed a palm into Gabriel's throat, halting his charge mid-motion.
