A Son Could Shield His Father from Danger

Before coming, they had weighed Kyoto's well-known powerhouses, but Zhang Yang hadn't been among them. Wu Hao had deliberately kept him a secret.

"Kyoto has no one like you. What's going on?"

Only now realizing the problem, one of them demanded an answer to his face.

"Sorry, Kyoto may be big, but I don't much like it—especially people like you. I'm from Gong City."

"..."

They looked back. Wu Hao had already fled.

Zhang Yang could wait no longer. If Wu Hao slipped away, finding him again would be difficult. He struck without hesitation.

Bang, bang, bang...

In the blink of an eye, all three fell. Just like the first man, they coughed up blood. All four had received the same treatment—perfectly fair.

"Take good advice and you'll eat well. You've lived half your lives and still haven't figured that out. What a shame!"

Zhang Yang walked past them. The remaining bodyguards kept their distance. They were nowhere near the four men's level and dared not rush him; doing so would only get them killed.

The bodyguards wisely took Zhang Yang's advice and stood aside, letting him walk toward the villa.

"Dad, what am I supposed to do?"

Zhang Yang had made it clear that he had come for Wu Hao. Hiding in his room, Wu Hao turned to Fatty Wu for help, but his father was just as helpless against someone like Zhang Yang.

"I don't think he'll kill you. Not yet."

Fatty Wu looked despairing. There was nothing else he could do; he was prepared to hand Wu Hao over.

"Dad, I'm your own son!"

Wu Hao felt despair wash over him. He could hardly believe those words had come from his father's mouth. If he was handed to Zhang Yang, he would barely have a chance of