As the words fell, both Killian and Phillip's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness. Then, with a clang, it was Phillip, who had been begging Grant to spare his son, that grabbed the dagger first.
Killian's face suddenly changed.
This old man is really ruthless!
He was still hesitating whether to lay a hand on his father, but this old man directly grabbed the dagger and tried to attack him.
However, in the next second, with a clang, Killian, whose fingers had already been smashed into a bloody mess, picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it directly at Phillip who was standing beside him.
Bang!
Phillip was directly smashed to the ground, blood gushing out of his forehead like a spring.
"You, Killian, how dare you hit me, I'm your father!" Phillip fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
Killian's face turned dark. "Dad, I was still considering whether to kill you, but since you've made a move, don't blame me for being impolite to you!"
