The man who appeared was in his fifties, broad-shouldered and fierce-looking. His eyes, in particular, glinted with a sinister sharpness.
This was Zhang Xiaotian's father, Zhang Dingyuan.
Upon seeing him, Zhang Xiaotian scrambled over, tumbling and crawling as if he'd just found a long-lost relative.
"Dad, you're just in time!" he wailed like a banshee. "This stinking beggar crippled me, and he just kicked my groin again!"
At these words, Zhang Dingyuan's furious gaze landed on Lin Xiao. His own son had been crippled by this filthy beggar. If he hadn't been so busy with a major project with the Zhao Family, he would have had this beggar killed long ago. After all, if that project succeeded, it could elevate the Zhang Family to the next level. But it wasn't too late. Today would be this filthy beggar's day to die.
"You stinking beggar!" Zhang Dingyuan bellowed, his voice thick with killing intent. "For harming my son like this, today is the day you die, you piece of trash!"
