Bab 60: He Is Not A Common Man

Three in the morning.

The night abruptly became cold.

"Mother—!"

A boy cried out dismally.

The blazing sea of flames left everything ruined in its wake as it burned

A middle-aged woman was tangled in a vicious melee against a middle-aged man.

There was fear in her eyes.

"Run, Shaoling!"

The boy shook his head furiously. "I won't leave you!"

The man was dragging the woman by her hair and smiling viciously. "Still protecting your son even now? Both of you can just die!"

Beaten to the floor, the woman had her face pressed to the ground beneath the man's foot, her tears mixing with the mud.

Even so, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Run, Shaoling, run! Or you won't make it!"

The boy's eyes were aflame with rage. Gripping his little fists tightly, he lunged at the man.

"Don't bully my mother!"

The man shot him a murderous glance and kicked the boy into the wall. "Bastard!"