C494 Blood Cannot be Spilled for Nothing

The little boy was petrified, wailing at the top of his lungs!

Westley's brow furrowed at the sight, and he was just about to intervene when a burly man came barreling over.

"What's the matter? What's going on?"

"Daddy, he hit me."

The boy pointed accusingly at the man in sunglasses who had struck him.

"Uh..."

The burly father's face went slack with shock upon seeing the man in sunglasses