He had always thought that with his old man right there, not even the emperor of heaven would dare lay a hand on him—a belief formed from childhood.
No matter how big of a mess he made or what kind of trouble he stirred up, as long as his old man showed up, everything would be fine.
"Useless piece of trash!" Zheng Derong had just been lowered a couple of generations in front of everyone by his own son, and he reached out to grab his gun.
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