Sis Shirley was stunned, looking at Pelos and the other teenagers with pain and disappointment.

She stood up slowly, trembling with anger, saying, “Yes, you aren’t afraid of death! Do you think you’re the only ones who aren’t afraid to die!? Do you think your fathers and the rest of us here are afraid of death!? Your fathers had to put aside their egos just so you could live on! And today, you’re saying such things!? You’re all heartless!”

Pelos was frustrated, roaring, “I’d rather die than have a father like him! Plus, he’s not even my real father!” He had obviously lost his senses in his tantrum.

Suddenly, Shirley raised her hand, and a stream of ice burst out from her palm and rushed towards Pelos. He was blown...