The middle-aged man watched as the young man was thrown into the sea without a hint of discomfort on his face, as if he were merely tossing a stone into the water.
Jian Dan also understood why that Mr. Hong had ended up that way. With such a father, how could he possibly turn out well?
"How about it? You've just seen it for yourself!
But don't think you can die that easily. You dare to lay a hand on my son, I will make sure you suffer a thousandfold before you die, to appease my son's spirit in heaven!"
"You think your son is dead?" Jian Dan couldn't listen any longer and stepped out of the car.
"Jian Jian, your leg hasn't healed, get back inside!"
"What did you just say? Say it again!" The middle-aged man turned his gaze toward Jian Dan.
"I'm curious, why do you think your son is dead?"
The man's brows furrowed. It was the man he had thrown into the sea who had told him that before he escaped, he heard the people inside saying they wouldn't be able to leave.
