Bab 662: Bastard

Tong Hui's face was filled with pain. "Tong Zhuo, why are you still forcing yourself at this point?"

He lowered his voice, but the hall was very quiet so we could all hear him.

Tong Zhuo sneered. "I'll die if I don't force myself. I've prepared for so many years. I don't mind dying." He didn't look at Tong Hui but instead smiled at me. "Nanxing, I really regret not snatching you away earlier."

Then, he smiled at my little uncle. "Little uncle, long time no see! How are you? Are you surprised that I'm still alive?"

My little uncle looked at him. His lowered hand was clenched into a fist, and it was trembling slightly.