Zeng Anmin felt his eyes grow a little hot.
The graying-haired old man before him seemed to be shining with boundless light at that moment.
He felt a weighty tenderness, as though a great mountain stood before him, shielding him.
"Mm... cough, cough."
Forcing down the inexplicable blockage in his throat, Zeng Anmin nodded heavily.
"Dad, I'll listen to you in everything!"
Zeng Shilin's gaze remained fixed on Zeng Anmin, deep and grave.
"If you get the chance, send a message to the Black Cat Martial Artist for me."
"Huh?" Zeng Anmin instinctively wanted to object, but when he saw the profound look in his father's eyes, he opened his mouth and said nothing.
"He slew the rebel ringleader and rendered service to the common folk. I will let bygones be bygones for what happened before, but if he dares violate the law and settle private matters again, I will not spare him!"
His father's words rang out forcefully, carrying immense pressure.
A Majestic Aura rushed straight at him.
Zeng Anmin pressed his lips together. He forced himself to meet his father's eyes, feeling somewhat bitter inside.
"I understand..."
It was clear that his father had already decided that he and the Black Cat Martial Artist had a tremendous connection.
BANG!!!
At that very moment, a tremendous crash suddenly rang out beyond the door.
It drew the attention of both father and son.
What was going on?!
The two raised their heads at the same time and looked outside.
Beyond the window.
The gates of the Xuanjing Division had already been smashed apart by that fish monster.
Through the shattered gate, they could see a squad of armored soldiers standing there, drenched in blood.
Each of those armored soldiers had things hanging from their bodies—someone's arm, chunks of flesh... Blood