Tang San heard someone calling his name and subconsciously responded, "That's me."
"Good, so you're the little bastard who did this to my son." Tylen had been waiting here all afternoon and finally found his target. Rage surged into his heart, and he reached out with his large hand, grabbing straight for Tang San's shoulder.
Tang San stepped back with the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, sliding three feet backward, and dodged Tylen's large hand. "Are you Tyrone's father?"
With pride, Tylen said, "Indeed, I am the Strength King Tylen. You've beaten my son to such a state, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
Xiaowu looked at Tyrone with some disdain, "So, beat the young one and the old one comes out. If we beat your father as well, does that mean your grandfather should show up too?"
