"Excuse me. I don't believe we've met. Could you please not block the door? I'm trying to leave."
The words were simple. Polite. Almost mundane.
But to Li Tianhao, they landed like a slap across the face.
For a moment, he genuinely thought he had misheard.
In his entire life, no one… no man, no elder, no rival had ever spoken to him in such a tone.
Not dismissively. Not casually. And certainly not as if he were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
His eyes widened slightly, disbelief flickering across his face.
Three slow breaths passed.
Disbelief turned into humiliation.
Humiliation ignited into rage.
"What… did you just say to me?" Li Tianhao growled, his voice low, trembling with barely restrained fury.
His face flushed a violent red as veins bulged across his neck and forehead.
