Henry Shipton watched the person rushing out in front of him. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, his eyes suddenly turned cold as he watched the person walk around the front of the car and knock on the driver's side window.
Henry gritted his back teeth, pulled out a cigarette, and opened the car window while taking out his lighter.
As the car window slid down, the other person pulled down their mask, revealing a face that bore a five-point resemblance to Henry's. However, the eyes of the person were filled with the crazed greed of a gambler addicted to the betting table.
He had a sleazy smile on his face.
"Son," his voice was coarse, as if broken.
"Don't call me that!" Henry said with undisguised disgust.
"You think by denying it, you can deny that you came from my loins?!"
"Get to the point." Henry lit his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.
The man inhaled the smoke, swallowed, and fixated on the scarlet tip of the cigarette.
