Wang Dao flew into a towering rage, so furious his skullcap seemed ready to blow off. He had been slapped again—that brat really had itchy hands!
Just now, his father had said that there was over a ninety percent chance he had not left any descendants in the Supernatural Center.
But wait, that brat had changed how he addressed him. He was not calling himself Wang Dao's brother; he was claiming to be... his uncle?!
Wang Dao's head buzzed. What kind of damned situation was this?
Especially when he saw that brat baring his white teeth in a dazzling grin, every tooth glistening as he kept smiling at him with that infuriatingly smug look.
He felt that life itself was mocking and humiliating him. How long had it been? The other party had taken things a step further and was about to be promoted into his uncle?!
He felt as though his skullcap had loosened, nearly lifted by a surge of rage. This was a little too much to endure!
"You brat..." Wang Dao had barely opened his mouth.
Beside him, Wu Liuji spoke. "Hmm?!"
Without showing anger, he carried an imposing authority as he warned Wang Dao not to be impulsive or rash in front of an elder.
"He really is your uncle." Leng Mei consoled him, then could no longer hold it in and covered her mouth as she laughed nonstop, her graceful figure nearly bending over.
In her eyes, this uncle and nephew truly had fate between them. They had met long ago, and today, amid their mutual dislike, they had joyfully reunited and recognized each other.
"Uncle, he really is...?" Wang Dao stammered. Wu Liuji and Leng Mei did not look as if they were putting on an act, and this was no joke to begin