The hand of iSeikai

Chapter 5: This Curse from Hell

After finishing his scolding of Meng Shi, Dawson turned to look at Huang Daben, who was struggling to hold in his laughter, and said, "You, what kind of name is Huang Daben? Did your father have a thing for... feces, or did you just have too much water in your brain?"

Before Jin Wandou, who had been trying to speak, could get a word out, Dawson immediately interrupted, "You, I wasn't planning to scold you, but here you are, just looking for it. I'll teach you to wield a sword, and you're going to practice with a knife. Don't bother with the sword, practice being lowly! Forget about the Golden Sword, you're out here practicing Silver Sword! I gave you a chance to be a sword immortal, but you just wanted to be a sword fool! What's the point? Really. Why bother? Because of what? Scientific reasoning, not only that but hey, look at you, tall, handsome, suave, charming, loved by all... you're the best of the worst, the scum of scum! Your little face is so thin, even pigs are jealous! Put you in a toilet, and even the toilet would vomit; throw you into a black hole, and it'll explode from the inside out! Seriously, I'll give you a couplet: 'A tree without skin will die, a person without a face is invincible!' The horizontal title: 'When a person is cheap, they're invincible!'"

Jin Wandou was so shocked that he could barely catch his breath. Although the Jin family was just a small family in Sunset City, as a direct descendant of the Jin family, he had never been scolded so badly—especially not in such a humiliating manner. It was like being slapped in the face in front of everyone, and now he was boiling with rage.

But Dawson didn't care about his increasingly panicked face. There were four of them who had come to the Lin family, and he had already scolded three. Only Fang Xiaoting remained.

Fang Xiaoting, who could see where this was going, swallowed nervously. He didn't want to end up like the others—completely pulverized by Dawson's words. After all, he had grown up with a silver spoon and had never encountered such a humiliating situation.

"Lin Shao, I have no grudges with you. Please, show some mercy," Fang Xiaoting pleaded, genuinely frightened. He had never witnessed such a scene before. As someone born with a golden key, he wasn't used to being spoken to like this, let alone humiliated.

Dawson, now fully immersed in his role as the master of insults, took a deep breath. As a 21st-century top-tier shut-in, he had plenty of scathing remarks up his sleeve—ones that didn't require a single curse word. He had the confidence to insult anyone in a way that was both artful and venomous.

"You're right. You've got no grudges with me, but I just can't stand you. What's wrong with that? But, I'll give you credit. You're much better than these three, because you look patriotic, dedicated, and full of integrity! Too bad, you're destined to be a useless person—a waste of air while alive, and a waste of land when you're dead. I suggest you die early and get reincarnated, so you don't bother me while I'm alive."

As Dawson continued to berate Fang Xiaoting, the Lin family guards—who had been treating Dawson like a wasteful son—were completely stunned. When had they ever realized that their young master had this kind of hidden talent? This type of scathing insult was like something from heaven—so unique, so extraordinary. They couldn't help but admire him. They had once thought their young master was a fool, but now they saw him as a true gem—at least when it came to scolding people.

The four men—each now visibly enraged and humiliated—glared at Dawson as if he had killed their entire families. They were barely restraining themselves, and if not for their fear of the Lin family, they might have already lunged at him in fury.

They exchanged glances, silently agreeing to attack Dawson together. With their cultivation as mid-tier warriors, they weren't afraid of Dawson's retaliation.