"Xu Laojiu, what's gotten into you?" Yuan Bing was startled by the fierce appearance of the man who had just arrived and snapped coldly.
"Brother Bing, it's not that I've gone mad, it's that guy who's really gone too far! I only have one son, and now he's dead, isn't that cutting off my lineage?" The man in the Tang suit with glasses, whom Yuan Bing referred to as 'Xu Laojiu,' still had an extremely hideous expression. He only had Xu Jun as his son, and now that he's dead, how could he stay calm?
"Enough... The immediate priority is to drag that bastard out. Who the hell did this, showing neither me, Yuan Bing, nor you, Xu Laojiu, any respect? This isn't over!" Yuan Bing paused, speaking sinisterly.
Although his son hadn't died, the doctors said that because of the immense stress and head trauma, there was a ninety percent chance he would become a vegetable!
