Lu Mingfei: Don't call me a loser, call me a hero.

Lu Mingfei didn't pay any attention to what the chubby boy was saying. He just glanced at his brand-new suit and then bent down to change his shoes.

Only the bottom shelf of the shoe cabinet belonged to him, where two pairs of sneakers and one pair of slippers were placed.

Above are Lu Mingze's various Nike, Adidas, and Reebok shoes, and even an extra pair of brand-new pointed leather shoes.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?" Lu Mingze had been spoiled by his parents these past two days, getting whatever he wanted, and had forgotten about being frightened by Lu Mingfei the day before yesterday.

Discovering that his good-for-nothing cousin dared to ignore him, and that even the most effective threats had failed, he stepped forward and questioned him indignantly:

"So you only dare to take your anger out on your relatives after being hit?"

There was no concern in his tone, and he didn't treat him like family at all.

Lu Mingfei still ignored him, but the chubby boy immediately spotted the game console he had placed on the ground and reached out to touch it.

"What is this thing?"

Seeing the chubby hand reach out, Lu Mingfei slapped it away, his face grim as he warned, "Keep your pig hands to yourself!"

I was so busy fighting to the death with the thugs outside that I forgot this was the real den of bandits, as domineering as the common people of Konoha.

This time, Lu Mingfei didn't hold back, and the blow left a red mark on Lu Mingze's pale hand, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Lu Mingfei, are you trying to rebel?"

As the Crown Prince, he had naturally picked up his mother's catchphrase without being taught, and pointed at Lu Mingfei, shouting:

"This is my house. You eat at my house and live in my house. Can't I even take a look at what you're carrying? You've gotten too big for your britches, haven't you?"

Originally, Lu Mingfei didn't want to argue with his cousin who was all talk and no action, but the stench that came out of his mouth immediately made him nauseous.

Lu Mingfei had heard similar words countless times. Ever since he moved to this house after graduating from elementary school, Lu Mingze had always used this phrase to threaten him, saying that if he didn't comply, his aunt would kick him out.

"Rebellion" and "gaining skills" were his aunt's constant refrains, and she only ever used them to refer to him.

He had never understood why, despite never causing trouble and having no other hobbies besides playing games, he was constantly described by that menopausal woman as someone who had grown powerful and was about to rebel, someone who had become too big for his britches and was going against the heavens.

This chubby boy, who spends money extravagantly and knows nothing about restraint, receives endless pampering from his partner, and his unreasonable requests are always fulfilled.

Lu Mingfei had begged for so long and done so many chores just to get a dress to wear for a stage performance, but his aunt still wouldn't budge.

Lu Mingze had only signed up for a piano training class and made a boastful statement, but his aunt couldn't wait to buy him a formal suit.

He used to be able to convince himself that it was because the dress was too expensive.

But now he understands that the reason she refused was that her annoying nephew had the opportunity to appear on the school's Spring Festival Gala, while her precious son did not.

She didn't want her son to be trampled on by her good-for-nothing nephew!

So even though Lu Mingfei had worked hard for three months for that opportunity to perform on stage, she was determined to make his efforts go to waste.

She dared to cash in the empty promises Lu Mingze made without hesitation.

[Status: Awakened 90%]

"This is what you bought with your allowance saved up for years, right?"

"My mom said you're eating and drinking for free at my house, and the pocket money I give you is just scraps from my own pocket. Do you really think it's your own?"

Lu Mingze felt no anger building up; he was still barking like a dog and even beginning to recount the annals of history.

"Back when you got into a fight, your parents said they wouldn't send you any living expenses anymore. You were almost kicked out to sleep in the living room, but I insisted you stay..."

"Shut up."

"What did you say..." Lu Mingze was about to shout again when a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed his throat. The obese body, weighing 150 pounds, was slammed against the wall by the force, and then lifted up little by little.

The chubby boy's fair face instantly turned bright red. The feeling of his legs leaving the ground filled him with terror, but what frightened him even more were Lu Mingfei's eyes.

A dazzling golden light, like the flames of Yiling, spread wildly in Lu Mingfei's eyes, and his round pupils seemed to shrink due to extreme anger.

"I told you to shut up!"

A hoarse voice came from Lu Mingfei's mouth. He really couldn't understand how there could be such a shameless person in the world.

It was clearly his classmates who spread rumors that his parents were divorced and didn't want him anymore, but this family actually started to suspect that his parents didn't want him anymore.

He always sends his living expenses on time every month!

But his uncle and aunt still discussed at night whether anyone would pay his living expenses. During the day, he said that his living expenses for this month were about to run out. This fat guy even gloated that if his living expenses for next month were not sent, he would have to move out.

"How dare you?"

"How could you do this?"

How dare you say such a thing?

Lu Mingfei felt his blood rushing to his head. He couldn't even care less about why his small arms and legs could lift this heavy little fat boy; his mind was filled with nothing but rage.

"You think I'm freeloading at your house? You expect me to not only pay for my living expenses but also work like a farmhand and be treated like a freeloader?"

"Is the allowance you give me just a small fraction of what I receive? Before I came, did you ever receive more than fifty yuan a month in allowance?"

"Your mom said that all my living expenses are kept in a separate account and I haven't spent them recklessly. Then let me ask you, your family used to live in a cramped 30-square-meter one-bedroom apartment, so why are you able to afford an apartment with an elevator, a BMW, and a Titoni watch after I came to live here? And why do you suddenly have so much pocket money that you can't spend it all?"

"Tell me! Why?" Lu Mingfei yanked Lu Mingze off the wall, glaring at his chubby face, which trembled with fear.

"Is it from your dad's meager salary, or from the money your mom won playing mahjong after quitting her job?"

"Answer me! Who's eating at whose house?!"

The grievances, anger, and resentment that had accumulated over the past five years burned through Lu Mingfei's rationality like lava, and erupted at this moment. Lu Mingfei didn't even notice the system's prompt.

He just stared intently at Lu Mingze, wanting this good-for-nothing cousin to give him an answer: who was eating and drinking for free, and who was wronging whom?

Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei's ferocious face. Even though the hand that had been gripping his neck had loosened, when he faced those golden pupils, he felt as if he had been locked onto by a beast at the top of the food chain. He trembled all over and couldn't say a word. He even felt a warm, wet sensation in his crotch.

Noticing an odd smell, Lu Mingfei looked down and then showed a look of disgust.

Just as I was about to throw him away, I heard the elevator doors open and my uncle and aunt's voices coming through:

"Why are there such important people at the Regent Hotel today?"

"It seems like the Black Prince boss is hosting some kind of party, and all the prominent mine owners in the city are there."

"I saw a very beautiful girl, who looked like..." The aunt's exclamation was cut short as she reached the door.

She glanced at her son and nephew blocking the entrance, her gaze sweeping over Lu Mingfei, who was covered in dirt and had a shoe print on his back, before quickly settling on the chubby boy leaning against the wall, his face flushed red and suspicious liquid oozing from his trouser legs. She immediately let out a pig-like scream:

"Narusawa! Narusawa, what's wrong?!"