Max slowly stood up on his knees, his eyes wide with a frightening exaggerated smile, and he slowly approached the broken window. His feet wearing only socks stepped on the broken glass, and the white cotton socks were instantly stained. Leaving bloody footprints on the ground.
The head of the Tsushima family, who was so frightened by the violent power that his face turned pale, swallowed hard, as if he wanted to find his temperament in the embarrassment. He stared at Max with his gloomy eyes, wanting to roar something loudly, and spoke With all his strength, the sound seemed to spin around in a circle before it reached the ears that finally regained consciousness. The sound was high-pitched and high-pitched, with a short cry without even forming words, like a frightened duck.
Max heard this and couldn't help but raise his hand to hold the window edge with broken glass. The pain did not make him retract his hand. Instead, he felt it with joy. He stared at the direction where the golden giant had just appeared and smiled playfully:
"Now, father, do you think you can let him die at this level? Do you think this can take away my hard-earned expectations? No, what is taken away at this moment is only your fragile vanity and self-esteem, and I He is the winner in this battle."
Every word he said touched the heart of the person who was sitting awkwardly against the wall at the moment. Tsushima was furious. How dare his son speak to him in such a tone! He is his father!
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