"Yes, yes, it's very good, thank you, Young Master Lu, for teaching this rebellious son of mine." Fang Yaowu said through gritted teeth; outwardly, he didn't show much anger, but the fury inside him was imaginable.
"No need to thank me. I just hope you don't come looking for trouble next time, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have blood on my hands again."
Lu Tianxing stared at Fang Yaowu, his eyes slowly narrowing, a flicker of bloodlust briefly flashing by.
"Young Master Lu, you're joking, even if I had the guts of the heavens, I wouldn't dare to do that."
"Oh really? Let's hope so. Now take your precious son and get out."
Lu Tianxing's voice suddenly went cold, carrying a hint of impatience.
Upon hearing Lu Tianxing's words, Fang Yaowu trembled as he got up from the ground, saying to the two policemen beside him, "Help me get Fang Tian to the car."
After saying this, Fang Yaowu didn't linger any longer, directly turning around and walking towards the outside.
