Zheng Fu was also frightened by Chen Yang's question, his mind racing with many thoughts, but he didn't know his father's whereabouts at all and therefore couldn't provide an answer. He could only say with a mournful face:
"I've fallen out with my father in recent years. Our relationship is very bad, so I really don't know where he is!"
Chen Yang supported his chin with both hands, still smiling, but his gaze had turned icy as he said:
"Mr. Zheng, you're not being honest!"
Zheng Fu's body trembled. Upon hearing Chen Yang's voice, he felt a surge of fear, and as he was about to speak, Yang Jing suddenly stepped forward, wielding the giant axe, and with a crunching sound, smashed one of Zheng Fu's hands into a bloody pulp, with flesh and blood flying.
"Ah..."
Zheng Fu felt a piercing pain, and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
