In the night, under the piercing lights, Third Young Master Jun seemed as though he had been stabbed fiercely in the chest, his face ashen white with not a trace of blood, eyes filled with disbelief yet unable to deny the cruel and vicious truth in the godfather's words, clearer to him than anyone else.
The pain like a dagger twisted in his heart spread through his eyes, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of regret and a furious storm of anger.
His once calm eyes now twisted and torn, streaming with tears, gradually filled with the red threads of hatred, the fusion of blood and tears making his blood-stained eyes filled with extreme madness.
"Why did you do this, why?" The voice filled with bone-deep hatred squeezed out word by word from the depths of hell, stained with thick bloodthirst and murderous intent, "Is this your punishment for betraying me? Then come at me, not the defenseless children, Su Feiman—I want to kill you, I will tear you apart bit by bit!"
