Proactive Attack

In a distant villa, Tang Qiang sat on the sofa, trembling all over, unsure whether from terror or fury.

A mobile phone lay on the coffee table before him, remaining on a call from which Tang Xinduo's voice emerged.

"Don't kill me, spare me, don't kill me!"

"I won't dare anymore, I'll never dare again..."

"Ah...!"

A miserable scream, yet cut off midway.

Not a single sound issued from the other end of the phone thereafter.

Less than twenty seconds later, the party on the other side seemed to discover Tang Xinduo's phone, and even the call was severed.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A hurried beeping sound drifted from the phone on the coffee table, undoubtedly the cruelest music to Tang Qiang!

Most crucially, up until now, he still did not know what kind of people his son was facing!

The underworld boss turned pale, collapsing limply onto the sofa with no strength left in his limbs. At the very next moment, he suddenly bounded up, snatched the phone from the sofa, and violently smashed it onto the floor. He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and bulging veins throbbed across his ferocious face!

That was his only son! The sole successor of his entire lifetime, his only bloodline left in this world!

"Li Tong, contact Zhou Hao and Luo Xi!"

A short, stout young man walked in through the door, instantly catching sight of the shattered phone on the floor and shivering involuntarily.

"Got it!"

At the same exact time—

"Swish!"

The Guard withdrew his long spear from the center of Tang Xinduo's forehead, instantly bringing forth a gush of fresh blood and white brain matter.

In the end he still did not use the ion cannon, instead choosing a more direct, more brutal, more covert method that left