One of the shorter boys had a ferocious face and was struggling desperately.

Another burly middle-aged man was grabbing the boy's shoulder with one hand and covering the boy's mouth with the other hand, and his expression was extremely painful.

The man's right hand was bitten in his mouth by the boy. The boy struggled while dancing with his hands, his face bursting with blue veins and his eyes were full of madness.

As a bystander, Shen Chong felt a burst of pain on his right hand.

But the burly middle-aged man was very strange. The pain in his eyes did not come from his body, but seemed to come from his soul, full of despair and grief.

Two lines of tears poured out from his eyes, knocking to the ground like rain.

This man must be Wu Xing himself, and the other boy he controlled was his biological son Wu Da in the file.

At this time, Wu Xing didn't care about Shen Chonghun who suddenly broke in, and focused all his attention on his son.

"Failed, I failed again."

The man said in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!