With fifty percent of his strength, Li An slapped his beloved son. A flash of pain crossed his eyes.
But he gritted his teeth; slightly lifted his right leg and released the force from his waist and abdomen; his calf thrust forward, the speed creating an illusion of afterimages.
With a thud, his foot directly landed on Li Wei's abdomen.
As Li Wei screamed in pain, his body skidded two meters away.
He was crumpled like a prawn, a hand clutching his stomach, his cries barely audible. It seemed like he had lost all his breath, only managing to exhale.
How brutal for a father-son relationship to sink to such lows?
In their astonishment, onlookers were left in utter shock.
At this moment, Li Wei's pupils were dilated; his mouth and nostrils were subconsciously gaping open as if he had been punched to the point of losing muscle control.
His bloodshot eyes were more than half protruding, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets at any moment.