"No, no... Father, you can't do this! I'm the heir to the Baili Group! I'm your son!!" Hearing this, Baili Jing scrambled over from afar, staring in disbelief.
He pointed at Baili Pangpang. "He's just trash, a scapegoat! How can you hand the Baili Group over to him?!"
Baili Xin frowned. The black sand scattered across the ground gathered into a gigantic hand that viciously slapped Baili Jing across the face, sending him flying into the distance.
"What the hell are you? You... think you deserve to be my son?" Baili Xin said coldly.
He turned to look at Baili Pangpang. It was impossible to tell what expression lay beneath that Pigsy Mask as he continued, "Forget everything that happened here today. Your mother and I will love you just as we loved Baili Jing. We'll let you experience the warmth of a real family.
Once you take control of the Baili Group and become one of the Night Watchmen's upper ranks, you'll be one of the most powerful people in Great Xia. By then, you can do whatever you want!
Besides, you haven't lost anything. Your teammates are all safe and sound. If you're still bitter about Baili Jing cutting your face, I can let you slash his face to pieces right now. Whatever compensation you want, name it, and I'll satisfy you."
Baili Xin stared into Baili Pangpang's eyes, waiting for his answer.
Baili Pangpang slowly spoke, pointing at Baili Jing, who lay nearby like a lump of mud. "If I agree to this, what happens to him?"
"Him?" Baili Xin frowned slightly. "You can take revenge on him however you want, but you must spare his life. My blood runs through his veins. He cannot die before he leaves behind descendants for the Baili Family."
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