Lei Qian angrily glared at the crowd that was refusing to let him leave. He raised his hand and flicked a ball of fire at the feet of the survivors who stood in front of him.
"Get lost! Did you not hear what we said just now?" he shot a look of pure loathing at these people, who scattered away like ants when they saw Lei Qian attack them. They stared at the small burnt mark on the carpet fearfully and then raised their heads to look at Lei Qian with terrified and nervous looks.
"Why are you doing this to us?" An old director who was hiding in the crowd at the very back couldn't help but point his fingers at Lei Qian. He said to him, "You are so rude, boy! Even your father used to be polite to me when he met with me!"
Father Lei, who rushed out of the house with his wife when he heard the ruckus, felt his face change. He stepped past the crowd and then pointed out angrily, "Director Lin, I was polite to you out of courtesy! Don't try to make it sound like I was scared of you."
