"Xiao Chen, run!"
Jiang Meng shouted.
However, Xiao Chen did not run.
He was still standing there.
"Whoever dares to touch my son, I'll destroy his whole family!"
The middle-aged man approached with fierce momentum.
However, the moment he saw Xiao Chen, he knelt down on the ground immediately.
His face ashen.
"Old, Old, Old..."
"Yes, I am Old Xiao, do you recognize me now?"
Xiao Chen looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, "You've raised a fine son, I've just taught him a lesson.
No problem, right?"
"No, of course not, Old Xiao, you pulled me out of a pile of corpses back then.
Without you, there would be no me.
Let alone breaking one of his fingers, even if you killed him, I wouldn't dare to utter a word of objection.
Without you, he wouldn't even have had the chance to be born."
The middle-aged man was sweating profusely, and those men in black behind him were completely dumbfounded.
