"Lin Kuang, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Chen Zhongrui roared frantically, his pupils instantly turning blood-red.
"Kill me? You?" Lin Kuang sneered.
"I'm going to kill you!" Chen Zhongrui ground out, word by word.
The next moment, he charged forward, his palm striking ferociously toward Lin Kuang's head.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang sneered again. With a slight application of force, his right hand snapped Chen Shaowen's neck.
In that instant, Chen Shaowen was dead.
"Let me send you a funeral gift first!" Lin Kuang said with a cold laugh, hurling Chen Shaowen's corpse directly at Chen Zhongrui.
Watching his son's body fly toward him, Chen Zhongrui's eyes turned crimson. He forcibly retracted his attack and caught Chen Shaowen's body. Looking at his son's face, twisted in agony, Chen Zhongrui was driven completely mad.
