Qin Jinhai's eyes were piercing as he stared at the other man, spitting the blood from his mouth.
Bloodstains on his lips made his features seem even more resolute and severe. Dangerous as a malevolent spirit.
"You don't dare. You're afraid that the Qin Family will fall by your hands. You have no confidence in Qin Jinmo. You can't do without me!" Qin Jinhai suddenly turned vicious, a short knife appearing in his hand, which he plunged without hesitation into Qin Sheng's lower back.
Qin Sheng, hurt and enraged, kicked Qin Jinhai away.
Qin Jinhai rolled powerlessly down the stairs, his gaze utterly fearless.
Qin Sheng felt a numbness at that unflinching stare.
With his chest heaving violently with anger, Qin Sheng said, "How could the Qin Family have produced such an unfilial descendant as you?"
"The ancestors lacked virtue; this is the retribution the Qin Family deserves!"
At that moment, a voice came through the earpiece Qin Jinhai was wearing.
