Several cars were parked in front of Hong Daquan's house, where groups of adult men clustered together. Seeing Chen Dong approach, their expressions turned menacing at once. Among them, a burly young man with tattooed arms sneered sarcastically.
"Oh, if it isn't Chen Dong. Decided to show your face, huh? We thought you'd be a lifelong coward."
"What coward? He's just a piece of trash."
"Hahaha, yes, yes, a coward and a piece of trash."
A burst of laughter erupted from the group.
The burly, tattoo-armed young man gazed down at Chen Dong with his hands on his hips. He was Hong Wentai, Hong Daquan's son, a man just like his father — a bully who feared the strong and oppressed the weak. "Stop right there."
Chen Dong glanced at Hong Wentai. "Where are my mom and dad?"
Hong Wentai smirked. "The coward finally shows up."
Chen Dong asked again, "Where are my mom and dad?"
Hong Wentai snorted. "Want to see your parents?"
"Have the guts to come with me."