"Chi Jingxuan, did you do it on purpose? You..."
Furious and humiliated, Chi Zhenghong tried to lunge forward, but he was immediately stopped by bodyguards as solid as iron gates.
With nowhere to vent his anger, Chi Zhenghong reached out toward the two bodyguards who were half a head taller than him, but unfortunately, before he could touch them, the two men lifted him up by the arms and locked him into a chair made of steel.
Unable to break free or escape, Chi Zhenghong stared at Chi Jingxuan, whose entire figure was shrouded in shadow, and roared, "Chi Jingxuan, what do you want? Are you trying to torture me? Believe it or not, you'll be struck by lightning..."
"Struck by lightning?"
Repeating Chi Zhenghong's words softly, Chi Jingxuan chuckled coldly, "Do you think I'm afraid? Besides, even if someone gets struck by lightning, it would be you, the man who lost his humanity and killed his wife, not me."
"Chi Jingxuan, you... you ungrateful son, you..."
