"Haha..." The old demon laughed.
There was light in his eyes, joy mingled with complexity. The person he least wanted to see had nearly had his neck seized just now, and the sight delighted him immensely.
"Too rash." Wang Dao silently muttered one of Old Wang's catchphrases. Sixth Uncle really dared to make a move—would he himself be implicated afterward?
He felt he had been rash. He should not have spoken up so eagerly earlier. At the very least, he had noticed that his own father had been very steady and had not made a sound at all.
Wang Yusheng's heart skipped a beat. Old Wang the Sixth was truly fierce—he had nearly grabbed Old Wang. Was he not afraid of being dealt with afterward? But why, the moment this thought arose, did he instead feel uneasy?
Wu Liuji, Mei Yunfei, and the others all had fervent looks in their eyes, but none dared comment. They all knew Old Wang was domineering; it would be unfair if they got beaten up by him for no reason.
Wang Xuan hurriedly apologized. "Dad, I'm truly sorry. Just now, my mind was intensely focused. I forgot everything else and threw myself wholeheartedly into the battle. I got carried away."
"It's fine. You should go all out. Only then can it count as a meaningful spar. I was the one who let my guard down just now and didn't use my full strength." Wang Zesheng nodded. He was speaking the truth.
Yet his big heart thudded wildly several times faster, and something unusual flickered in the depths of his eyes. The oldest younger brother was really something—he had nearly given him a show of force.
At the same time, he was considering that this child was rather "wild." Did he always fight enemies like