Hu Yidao was furious, his eyes flashing with a chilling cold light, "You ordered the death of my son, and still wish we could sit down peacefully for a chat?"
"If I had killed your son, would you chat with me peacefully?"
Xu Wendong smoked a cigarette, speaking insouciantly, "As far as I know, Elder Hu has three sons. The one I ordered to be killed was the least promising among them."
"And as far as I know, that son of yours was born after you forced yourself on your maid while drunk."
"Yes, whichever way you look at it, he was your son. It makes sense you'd want to kill me."
"But."
"Do you really want to kill me to avenge your son?"
Hu Yidao gritted his teeth, "Today, you must die!"
"However, if you want to die quickly, tell us how to break through to the Great Grandmaster."
"Otherwise, I will carve you into pieces."
In Hu Yidao's heart, his son's vengeance had to be fulfilled.
But he also wanted the method to break through to the Great Grandmaster.
