Han Xin stared at his father who lay on the bed, glaring up at him his eyes puffy and red. His mouth was foaming with anger wishing he could spring up and kill this heartless bastard.
He wished he had strangle him when he was born but that woman had hidden the child from him. Now it was already too late. His body lay there paralysed, unable to move. He was like a prisoner in his own skin.
"You will lie here for the rest of your miserable life," Han Xin said, his voice cold and unyielding. "Your bones will be broken, and just before they heal... they will be broken again and again and again. Don't worry, I have a professional for that. He will keep alive until I am satisfied."
Han Jing's eyes trembled with fear and rage. "You can't do this to me! My wife won't let this happen to me! She will tell the world what you did," he yelled, his voice cracking.
