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In the eyes of the shadow, there flickered a trace of pity.
It seemed that Yang Xinghua wasn't acting; his emotions were just too abundant.
Casually taking over the phone, the surveillance footage on the screen showed Yang Tong with a gun pointed at his head by A'wu. As a professional assassin, even through the phone screen, one could feel the soaring murderous aura.
A smugness welled up inside Yang Xinghua's heart, yet his expression was one of immense grief as he snatched away the phone, "Do you really want to see my son's head get blown off by a gunshot?"
"Are you that cold-blooded, completely indifferent to the life and death of your savior?"
His acting was excellent, flawless.
He portrayed the agony of losing a son with absolute conviction.
In his bloodshot eyes, there was a full measure of sorrow and anger!
The shadow took a sharp breath, "Once this is done, we have nothing to do with each other anymore!"