Xue Wei watched the Family Head's silhouette disappear at the end of the corridor, his anger erupting like a volcano.
He sprang to his feet and lunged fiercely at the walls of the cell, smashing his fists furiously against the hard stones.
Every punch carried overwhelming hatred, and small cracks gradually appeared on the wall's surface.
Gritting his teeth, he hoarsely growled with rage, "Old fool, just you wait! Once I get out, you're finished!"
Xue Wei's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with wrath.
As he pummeled the wall with force, he cursed, "And Ye Qingchen, Xue Zhao, you both wait for me! I will make you pay a heavy price!"
He angrily grabbed the iron bars, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, as if he were intent on tearing them apart. The bars screeched under his shaking, and his furious roars echoed throughout the cell.
Xue Wei's eyes burned with the flames of revenge, his hatred seemingly ready to consume him whole.
