Those Who Bullied Me Must Pay the Price

Dorian Owen and Zed exchanged a glance, then both turned away, each ignoring the other completely.

Dorian Owen was determined to play the naive, sheltered noble youth. Even though he could tell Zed was acting strangely, he dared not give anything away, only lowering his brows slightly to hide the flash of killing intent in his eyes.

Zed never cared what others thought of him, but he didn’t want Simon Sun to see his true nature. Seeing Dorian Owen avoid him, he decided to let it go.

Zed had always liked it when people feared him, but he didn’t want Simon Sun to be afraid. In front of Simon, he was always the quiet, well-behaved child, never wanting Simon to see his violent side.

So no matter how much Zed disliked Dorian Owen, he wouldn’t show it, and he certainly wouldn’t interrupt Simon Sun as he dressed Dorian’s wounds.

Zed stepped forward, passing by Simon Sun. As he walked past the medicine chest, he paused, timidly reaching out but not touching it, flashing a shy smile before obediently moving to stand in the corner.

Zed ignored Dorian Owen and just stood there watching Simon Sun, quietly memorizing every knife, suture, and medicine Simon pulled out from the chest.

Dorian Owen did everything meticulously; all his wounds were real and serious, not a single one superficial. Even with Simon Sun’s exceptional skill and speed, it took him half an hour to treat all of Dorian’s injuries.

"Rest well these next few days and don’t move around," Simon Sun instructed, listing a few precautions. He raised his hand to wipe his sweat, but Zed stopped him.

Tch, look at this brat—already knows how to butter people up, and he’s barely out of diapers. What kind of manipulative little gremlin is this?

Watching all this, Dorian Owen felt a sour pang in his teeth. The more he looked at Zed, the less he could stand him. He always thought he was the master of disguise, but this little brat was even better—so natural, he’d even fooled him for a moment.

This kid was way too good at switching moods—just moments ago he’d had a chilling, cold smile, and now he was grinning like a New Year’s picture doll, so adorable it was impossible to dislike him.

Even Dorian Owen couldn’t dislike Zed—how could Simon Sun possibly refuse him? Simon reached out to take the handkerchief, only to realize his hands were covered in blood. Just as he was about to say forget it, Zed tugged at Simon’s sleeve: "Brother Simon, crouch down, I’ll help you wipe it off."

If Zed didn’t do all those cruel things and could rein in his violent side, he’d be cute enough to melt anyone’s heart.

With eyes like black jade and cheeks rosy and soft, Zed looked so serious that you’d just want to scoop him up and cuddle him.

"Thank you, Zed." Simon Sun cooperatively crouched down, making Zed’s smile even brighter. The two missing front teeth didn’t ruin his cuteness—if anything, they made him even more endearing.

Zed might be small, but he wasn’t weak; his movements were careful and thorough as he wiped the sweat from Simon Sun’s face. Then, like a little adult, he stepped back and inspected Simon for a long moment before announcing, "Brother Simon, all clean now—you can stand up."

"Alright, thank you, Zed." Simon Sun was totally charmed by Zed, and reached out to pinch his cheek—then realized his hands were still dirty and awkwardly put them down. "You’re such a good boy, Zed. Tomorrow I’ll buy you candied hawthorns."

"Okay. Brother Simon, don’t forget!" Zed’s expression didn’t change at all—he wasn’t bothered by the blood on Simon’s hands. He just smiled sweetly, his eyes crinkling with delight.

Little brat, rotten brat—so young and already knows how to win people over. What kind of kid is this?

Watching all this made Dorian Owen’s teeth ache with envy. The more he looked at Zed, the more he disliked him. Dorian prided himself on his acting, but this little brat was even better—so natural, he’d even fooled him for a moment.

After Zed finished charming Simon Sun and coaxed him out, Dorian Owen ground his teeth, wanting to keep Simon around but unable to find a good excuse.

Damn it, he hadn’t even gotten any useful information out of Simon Sun yet, and now Zed had whisked him away. Where was he supposed to find another chance?

Not only did Zed get rid of Simon Sun, he sent all the servants away too. Dorian Owen didn’t try to stop him, just watched coldly.

He’d known from the start that this place was far from Feng Manor’s main compound, with no guards or dark-guards nearby, so he’d relaxed a bit. But the way Zed looked at him was full of disdain.

He wanted to see what this kid was planning.

Kids are just kids—so impatient. Lord Bean sneered to himself.

Idiots are just idiots—still can’t act worth a damn. Zed stood there, his little face clouded over, staring at Dorian Owen like he was already dead, his gaze cold as ice but without a hint of warmth.

Dorian Owen frowned, remembering Zed’s cute act with Simon Sun. He shook his head—there was no way to connect this cold, sinister kid with the one who’d just been sweetly winning over Simon.

Seeing Zed just staring at him in silence, Dorian Owen didn’t want to waste time and spoke up—only to find Zed opening his mouth at the exact same moment.

Dorian Owen’s heart skipped—he couldn’t afford to underestimate Zed now. He dropped his casual front, eyes sharpening. "You know who I am, but I don’t know who you are. That’s not fair. Tell me who you are first, and I’ll tell you why I came to Feng Manor."

"You’re in no position to bargain with me. Who did you sneak into Feng Manor to kill? If you don’t say, I’ll blow your cover right now." Zed’s face was all seriousness, but his voice was still soft and milky, making his threat sound almost cute.

They spoke in perfect unison, then both fell silent at once.

Dorian Owen didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids—he didn’t take Zed seriously at all. Just a kid; if he pissed him off, he’d just kill him.

Likewise, Zed didn’t take Dorian Owen seriously either. Dorian’s wounds were real—if it came down to a fight, he wouldn’t get the upper hand against Zed.

After speaking at the same time, both fell silent again. After a moment, Zed said, "You’re an assassin."

It wasn’t a question, but a statement—Zed was letting Dorian Owen know he’d already figured out who he was.

"And who are you?" To see through him at a glance, Zed had to be in the same line of work. But Dorian Owen wracked his brain and couldn’t think of any old monster who’d raised a killer this young.

"Who I am is none of your business. Just tell me—why did you sneak into Feng Manor?" Zed’s face was dark, and his clear black eyes seemed to fill with blood.

Viciousness against killing intent—their auras matched each other evenly.

Dorian Owen was jolted—this kid wasn’t someone to underestimate. He quickly reined in his laid-back attitude, facing Zed with new wariness: "So, you know who I am, but I don’t know who you are. That puts me at a disadvantage. Tell me who you are first, and I’ll tell you my purpose for sneaking into Feng Manor."

"You’re in no position to bargain with me. Tell me, who did you sneak into Feng Manor to kill? If you don’t, I’ll expose your identity right now." Zed’s face was serious, but his voice was still soft and childlike, which made his threat much less intimidating.

Dorian Owen wasn’t stupid—he realized Zed was hinting that he wasn’t really close to Feng Manor. Otherwise, he would’ve sounded the alarm the moment he learned Dorian’s identity.

Still, Dorian couldn’t be sure if this kid was bluffing. If Zed was lying, then all his effort—and injuries—would be for nothing.

Lord Bean was torn—he didn’t know what to do.

Was this kid an enemy or an ally? Should he talk or stay quiet?

Zed didn’t miss the struggle in Dorian Owen’s eyes—he just waited for him to give in.

He wasn’t Simon Sun. Zed had noticed the tense atmosphere in Feng Manor lately, and the unease in Serena Feng’s eyes. He’d seen it all, remembered it all, and knew something had happened. Combining that with Dorian Owen’s identity as an assassin, Zed could guess most of the truth, if not all.

This guy was almost certainly here to kill Serena Feng.

And he... was more than happy to help.

Anyone who’d bullied him would pay the price—even Serena Feng, who’d once treated his wounds, was no exception!