Rong Shaoze smiled indifferently, "Even if I’m not your match, if you want to fight me, I must fight you. Don’t you think so?"
"Yes, that’s right. But today, the person who will be competing against you isn’t me, it’s someone else. Besides, you’re completely my defeated opponent, so I have no interest in competing with you."
Rong Shaoze made a gesture of invitation and said, "Who wants to compete with me? Please come out."
Yuan Ye stood up, a meaningful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I specially had him trained for over a year just to compete with you, and to watch today’s show. Although his skills aren’t as good as yours, they’re enough to engage you."
Rong Shaoze frowned slightly, feeling that something was off.
Yuan Ye suddenly pointed at Xiaocong, ordering him, "Rong Lincong, now I order you to fight Rong Shaoze. If you lose, I will smash this little one to death."
He grabbed Xiaotian and held him high, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
Xiaocong widened his eyes in shock, looking at Yuan Ye in fear.
Is he asking him to compete against his dad?
Not only was he stunned, everyone else was also very shocked.
Lin Xinlan’s face turned completely pale, devoid of any color.
"No, I won’t compete against my dad!" Xiaocong shook his head firmly.
Yuan Ye sneered and suddenly loosened his grip, letting Xiaotian fall!
"Ah—" Lin Xinlan let out a terrified scream, almost collapsing.
Rong Shaoze dashed forward desperately, trying to catch the child, but he was too far. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach him...
Just as Xiaotian was about to hit the ground.
At the critical moment, one of the subordinates standing downstairs suddenly made a move and caught Xiaotian.
Rong Shaoze’s body fell heavily to the ground. Despite the humiliating position, it didn’t make him look the least bit pathetic.
The shock caused Rong Shaoze’s mother to faint on the spot.
Lin Xinlan felt dizzy and almost fainted as well.
Others in the Yanhuang group all looked shocked, with every expression showing immense horror.
Even Meiying, who was usually calm and expressionless, showed a slight change in his face.
Yuan Ye relished their pain, feeling extremely delighted.
"Ha ha... ha ha..." He laughed heartily, sounding very jarring.
The man who caught Xiaotian quickly went upstairs and handed Xiaotian back to him.
Xiaotian appeared frightened too.
His tender little face was a mix of pale and greenish, his small fists clenched tightly, lips pursed, unable to even cry.
Rong Shaoze stood up abruptly, his dark gaze fixing on Xiaocong, "Come, fight me! Xiaocong, remember this moment. I’m not your dad now; I’m your opponent, your enemy. Under no circumstances should you hold back!"
"Dad..." Xiaocong’s eyes reddened immediately, tears streaming down his face.
"Good boy, don’t cry. You’re not yet seven years old. No matter how skilled you are, you won’t be able to hurt dad. Don’t worry, your punches and kicks on me will just be like tickling." Rong Shaoze said gently.
Xiaocong shook his head while crying, remaining silent.
He knew his own strength. If he really hit dad, he would definitely hurt him.