In this part of the world, no one doesn't know my name, and absolutely no one dares to mess with me.
But now, not only has my son been beaten half to death, but my right-hand man Ah Hu has also been crippled by someone.
At this moment, there was an unprecedented killing intent in Wang Tianliang's eyes, as he swore that no matter who it was, he would tear them to pieces.
"What are you standing around for, help my son up!"
Wang Tianliang bellowed, somewhat furious and embarrassed.
Lighting up a cigar, Wang Tianliang looked indifferently at the dozen or so men in suits around him, took a deep breath, slightly squatting down, and said to Wang Tianyang, whose face was covered in blood, "Son, are you okay?"
At this moment, Wang Tianyang's entire complexion was extremely pale, smeared with blood.
Seeing this, Wang Tianliang immediately became unusually irate and filled with resentment; fortunately, his son had not died on the spot.
"Dad!"
