"Old man, you should know better that my strength is not any less than Bo Sishen's, perhaps even greater!"
Han Xiaoyue squinted his eyes and said to Bao Jinpeng, "I had been lurking by his side for so many years without his suspicion. If I hadn't deliberately revealed some clues, would he have noticed anything?"
Bao Jinpeng's body trembled slightly as he looked at Han Xiaoyue, his voice shaking, "What are you saying?"
"What am I saying, do you not know? If you hadn't meddled, it would have been your precious son Bo Sishen who ended up crippled, not you taking the fall for him."
Han Xiaoyue stepped closer to Bao Jinpeng, his face cold, and said, "Old man, this is what you owe me. You can never make up for the harm and mistakes you've inflicted on me in your lifetime."
"What do you want?" Bao Jinpeng stared at Han Xiaoyue, his face full of confusion, eyebrows tightly knit as he asked, his voice trembling.
