As he finished speaking, he kicked the man onto the deck.
That kick showed no mercy.
Clinging to his abdomen, Su Qinghou coughed painfully, his face as pale as paper. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he gazed at the distant sea, "I didn't lose to you."
011, just you wait.
He forced himself to stand up, glancing at his father with a provocative look, "If you dare, go ahead and shoot me."
Su Dingzhi stepped forward and kicked him in the chest.
Damn it!
Su Qinghou collapsed, his long legs stretched weakly, his whole body aching, unable to get up for the moment. Fine, then he would lie there, like a wild wolf pup that couldn't be tamed, his gaze fierce and aggressive as he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, "I knew you didn't have the guts."
This untamed wolf.
Su Dingzhi drew his gun, pressing it against his head, "Do you really think I don't dare?"
"You wouldn't dare," he laughed, smug and unrestrained, "You're afraid of being the last of your line."
