'My son?' The word repeated in Raze's head the moment he had heard it. Because it wasn't a word that he had heard much when he was young.
Growing up, he didn't even remember having a mother, and as for his father, it wasn't a word that was used once. The relationship between the two was difficult to say the least.
Which was why there was a knee-jerk reaction from Raze the moment he had heard it. His heart was undecided on whether or not it was a good feeling, because he truly didn't know.
Regardless, the eyes of the crowd weighed heavily on him. Staring and watching him as he made his move.
"Don't worry, those guys are all bark and no bite," Fing said. "They aren't going to touch you, let's go up on the stage."
Fing casually had his hands in his pockets standing by the side of Raze. Walking toward the stage, he had a smirk on his face while looking at Sha Mo, the Clan Head of the Behemoth Clan.
