"Xiaocong, it’s okay if dad gets hurt, but if Xiaotian is gone, you won’t have a little brother anymore," Rong Shaoze said again.
Xiaocong bit his lip tightly, feeling very conflicted inside.
"Don’t hesitate, come on!" Rong Shaoze shouted sharply, causing Xiaocong’s heart to ache, and he cried out loud, attacking him.
He punched Rong Shaoze hard in the stomach, sending the man back several steps, though his face still showed a bit of ease.
Lin Xinlan suddenly closed her eyes, feeling a heart-wrenching pain.
"Again!" Rong Shaoze steadied himself and beckoned to Xiaocong.
"Dad, why aren’t you fighting back?!" Xiaocong clenched his fists and asked sadly.
Rong Shaoze glanced at Yuan Ye and smiled, "You’re my son, I won’t fight back. Besides, some people just want to see me get beaten up. If I fight back, what’s the point?"
"Haha..." Yuan Ye clapped appreciatively and laughed heartily, "You’re right, I just want to see you get badly beaten by your own son. Rong Shaoze, you truly understand me."
Rong Shaoze sneered, "Your goal is to torture me, that’s something I can definitely see. Xiaocong, keep hitting, don’t ever stop."
"Do you want to see your little brother get smashed to death by him? Hurry up and get moving! Remember, don’t hold back at all!" Rong Shaoze’s face turned stern as he spoke, leaving no room for refusal.
Xiaocong had no choice but to follow his orders.
Because Yuan Ye would definitely smash Xiaotian to death.
Even if Xiaotian dies, he also has mom, grandma, and his master...
He can still use their lives to threaten them.
Xiaocong had no choice but to attack Rong Shaoze with one move after another.
He cried, his tears blurring his vision, but he couldn’t stop, stopping would anger that demon.
Rong Shaoze stood there, letting Xiaocong hit him.
He fell heavily to the ground, his chest filled with dull pain, he tightly pressed his thin lips, swallowed the blood back into his stomach, and slowly stood up again.
"Again!" he said firmly.
"Ah—" Xiaocong screamed, running over, both fists punching his stomach continuously, hitting dozens of punches in a row, Rong Shaoze finally couldn’t hold on, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Dad!" Xiaocong cried out in despair, he stopped fighting, he wouldn’t fight even if it killed him.
He tightly embraced Rong Shaoze’s body, his small face buried in his chest, crying terribly.
Lin Xinlan’s teeth had already bitten her lip, her mouth also tasting the salty flavor of blood.
She watched helplessly as the father and son were tortured, her heart felt like someone was stabbing it with a knife, one hard stab after another, making her feel like dying from the pain.
Why is heaven torturing them this way?
Yuan Ye placed his hands on the railing, looking down from above, watching with great interest.
"Don’t stop, continue!" He said with relish, as if he were watching a very exciting performance, and the performance had stopped abruptly at the most critical moment, making him feel displeased.
"Xiaocong, keep going..." Rong Shaoze pushed his body away forcefully, using the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling as if nothing happened, "Dad just spit out a little blood, the body is fine, you continue."
"I won’t fight anymore, dad, I won’t fight anymore!" Xiaocong shook his head vigorously, tears flying everywhere as he moved.
Rong Shaoze caressed his head gently, "Xiaocong, when you were born, dad wasn’t by your side.