Father and the King

"Jinzhu! Jinzhu!"

In the speeding Hummer, the king held his lower abdomen and leaned forward. He grabbed the driver's seat and shouted Kang Jinzhu's name in broken Chinese.

He shouted, "Should we stay where we are and wait for your son?! I don't mean to offend you, but many American blockbusters tell me that supporting characters without combat strength will only drag the lead down and delay things if they rashly act!"

As Kang Jinzhu looked at the road, he looked down at the map to confirm the location. Inside the bumpy car, his eyes passed through the lenses and a trace of ruthlessness flashed through them. "You'll say this only because that's not your son!"

"Heh! Brother! That's not what I said!"

Chakat II's tone subconsciously carried a rap accent. He shouted, "That's your son. It's precisely because of this that you can't trouble him at this time!"