Li Mingxiong was trembling with anger at these words, pointing at Li Mingqing, unable to speak for a moment, and finally his body slanted sharply, falling down, his back of the head hitting the chair in front of the hearth.
"Father!" Li Mingqing exclaimed.
His pupils shrank suddenly to the size of needles, and quickly moved alongside the two in the room to rush to Li Mingxiong's side.
"Father, Father, are you alright? Someone come quickly, get the medical team here!" Li Mingqing shouted.
"Seal off the scene, don't let the news get out!" Faced with the Life Consortium members entering, Li Yazi's mind rapidly calmed down.
Li Mingqing grabbed Li Mingxiong's hand, tightly and then loosened. Li Mingxiong turned his head to look at Li Yazi; his breath was weak to the extreme.
"Father, hurry up, say, who do you intend to make the next Patriarch, everyone is here."
Li Yazi, seeing Li Mingxiong delay in reacting, anxiously shouted in the elder's ear.
