Zhao Tian immediately stepped in to protect Ye Wudao, a short stick in hand, pointing at the hunchbacked elderly man, "Old man, what are you trying to do?"
"What am I trying to do? I'm going to beat you two dead rabbits to death!"
The hunchbacked elderly man was already gray-haired, and just swinging his hoe had left him without strength, let alone dealing with Ye Wudao, even Zhao Tian could easily handle him.
"Sir, is there perhaps some misunderstanding? We haven't offended you." Seeing that the old man was frail with age, Zhao Tian also relaxed his vigilance and began to ask him.
"You... why did you kill him?" the old man asked angrily.
"Kill who? Who is he? We haven't killed anyone, sir, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Zhao Tian said, utterly confused.
"He's my son, my only son. Why did you have to be so cruel as to take him away from me?" the hunchback's eyes, turbid in the darkness, gleamed with a wolf-like coldness.
