Meanwhile, a lingering pain erupted from his forehead like a volcano.
The burning sting was so intense that tears flowed uncontrollably.
Leonard Churchill cradled his forehead and instantly felt a lump form under his hand.
First, it was the size of a marble, then the size of a bun...
And then it became the size of a gourd!
Only a ghost would know how the swelling could stack up like that!
Leonard's eyes were in such agony, like they were scorched by chili peppers, and through his tears, he looked at the old man before him and said with a pained expression, "Senior Shepherd, is this..."
The attacker was none other than Barre Shepherd.
That old man, seeing Leonard's innocent and aggrieved look, was reminded of memories from a hundred years ago, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He mimicked a smug expression on his face, evoking someone's memories, and said, "This lump, it's my doing!"
"..."
