Xander looked at the man and killing intent appeared in his eyes. His hand clenched around the man's throat. He picked him up until their eyes met and he asked, "What mission? What have you done to my son?"
The man had trouble breathing but still looked calm. He had already anticipated this. Well, as the father of the successor, he deserved to know the truth. Although he had difficulty speaking, he still said with an indifferent tone, "Let go of me you brat. I will tell you all that I can. And show some respect. In terms of seniority, I can be considered your Great Granduncle."
Xander was confused. Great Granduncle? The man was only a few years older than him. But he let go of the man. If his explanation did not satisfy him, he would die here.
The man coughed a little and said, "You're just like him. Savageness must run in the bloodline."
