Zhan Moxiao quietly put his hand on the gun at his waist.
Zhan Chengfeng looked at him without moving, even smiling slightly, "What, thinking of killing your father?"
Zhan Moxiao sneered coldly, "Don't you want to kill me too?"
Zhan Chengfeng gazed up at the sky, sighing softly, "There is no father in this world who wants to kill his own son, but my career dictates that I must choose you. Only you can give birth to the Demon Child for me. I can only sacrifice you."
He slowly turned his face back to look at his son, "Your life was given by me, and there is nothing wrong with me taking it back now."
Zhan Moxiao laughed coldly, "Your so-called great career is destroying the country, destroying your own family, killing many people to satisfy your perverse desires? That's not greatness; that's anti-human, anti-society, the trash everyone despises, a villain."
Zhan Chengfeng's expression gradually darkened, "You have no right to speak to your father like that!"
