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Chapter 632: An interesting process

The Hetun had returned to the Pater Castle two days before Lin Xueluo.

His robust and ferocious body was still the same, but his resolute face had an obvious haggard expression.

Overall, Hetun was not a handsome man. He had a strong manly line and was very rough. He was a man among men.

It had been four or five days since they last saw his fifteenth son, adding that Eighth Brother always said that this little thing was messing around looking for its own mother, Hetun returned to Pater Castle with even faster steps. Maybe because his mind and body were both old and his wish was about to be fulfilled, Hetun paid special attention to his little fifteen years.

Occasionally, when Hetun stared at Little Fifteen, he would be surprised: Little Fifteen and Feng Xinglang. The father and son pair clearly looked like that woman, but the Hetun hated Feng Xinglang to the bones, and he was especially fond of Little Fifteen.

Or perhaps Hetun was still immersed in his unwaking dream, wanting to live together with that woman forever, reproducing a child that belonged to him and her.

Little Fifteen became the important character in the Hetun who could not wake up from his dream: his' child 'with that woman.

Moreover, the little fellow was someone that the Hetun had brought up. The distance between him and the woman's' child 'would be closer.

But Feng Xinglang wasn't so lucky.

Feng Xinglang's existence reminded the Hetun: It was that woman who betrayed him and gave birth to Feng Yishan's unfilial son, the bastard!

Feng Xinglang's existence was the evidence of that woman betraying his Hetun!

An ironclad piece of evidence!

Even more so, it was a humiliation of brutality!

the shame of his life!

Therefore, Hetun must make this' humiliation 'disappear from his life.

Hetun deceived himself by thinking: As long as this humiliation disappeared, then his hatred would also vanish into thin air.

This was why the Hetun had already become an arrogant and formidable person. Furthermore, he lowered himself to rush to the Shen City to make things difficult for the two fatherless brothers.

The process did not disappoint him too much: Feng Xinglang was definitely a rare opponent.

This caused the road of revenge for the Hetun to become quite exciting. An interesting process.

But in the end, his Hetun still won. Because Feng Xinglang had already become his prisoner. You can let him slaughter you as he pleases.

In the Shen City, he still had a little scruple; but in the Pater Castle, this place was simply a small realm for his own Hetun. If he wanted Feng Xinglang to cut into eight pieces, then he would absolutely not unload too much or too little.

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In Pater Castle, the four of them stood in a line waiting.

Little Fifteen's priority had always been the highest. He was in the middle and in the front.

Fifteen stood beside Xing Ba; and Xing Wu stood to the left and right of him. When Hetun was not here, most of their missions were to protect Little Fifteen.

"Old Eight, how did you know I was in the dark room?"

The little guy glanced sideways at Xing Yumiao, who was taller than him, and grumbled in displeasure.

"I always knew."

Xing Eight looked down at Little Fifteen condescendingly and stroked his head. "If it weren't for your eighth brother's help, do you think you'd have had a chance to meet your father?"

This little thing, not only was it not grateful to Xing Ba, it was even blowing its nose and glaring at him.

"Scoundrel!"

Sure enough, the little guy didn't appreciate it, "You must have locked my bastard father on the wall. I hate you! "

"I locked your son of a bitch father … That was his foster father's intention! I am only responsible for carrying out the orders of my godfather. "

In comparison to Xing Si and Xing Wu, Xing Ba was like a fence-sitter. He is good at seeing the wind and steering the wind in front of the little guy. Of course, it had to be under the instruction of the foster father Hetun.

"Coward!" Not only will I listen to my foster father's words! "

The little fellow snorted in disgust.

"If you're not timid, then go! Once your foster father comes back, you can order him to release your bastard father! It would be the opposite if his foster father dismembered Feng Xinglang in his anger … "I won't say for sure!"

On one hand, Xing Ba was scaring the little guy, and on the other hand, he was reminding the little thing to be cautious in front of foster father Hetun.

Little Fifteen glared at Xing Ba and did not speak any further.

They could barely understand the chattering of Little Fifteen and Xing eighth brother. There was no need to understand. He only felt that Little Fifteen had to be more intimate with old man Xing.

The little guy pursed his little lips and paused for a while. Then, he asked, "Eighth Brother, you won't put me in the secret room … Should we go and give our foster father a snitch? "

"Don't worry, eighth brother I'm not that kind of person!" Those within their duties who are able to help their brothers, will definitely do so. "

Look at what Xing Ba had said, it was even better than singing.

The little thing naturally didn't know: The reason why Xing Ba would help him so much was because his father, Feng Xinglang, was pressuring him with his death.

Because Xing Ba was also not sure whether Feng Xinglang would really commit suicide. However, Feng Xinglang's situation was indeed bad enough.

In order to not cause himself unnecessary trouble, Xing Ba finally decided to follow Feng Xinglang's lead. As long as we delay the foster father Hetun's return, everything will be fine. That also meant nothing to Xing Ba.

"Brother!"

The little guy used his little fists to hit Xing Ba on his stomach.

This little thing was really easy to fool!

Xing Ba was elated. His father's IQ couldn't beat his father's, but it could still completely crush his son!

This pursuit …

"That's right, Eighth Brother, do you think that foster father will really kill my bastard father?"

The little fellow's eyebrows creased with sadness.

"It's hard to say... "It's up to your own dad to take care of it."

Xing Ba sighed lightly. He knew: Feng Xinglang would probably not have much luck this time.

Even with wings, they wouldn't be able to fly to Pater Castle. Even if the people outside had wings, they wouldn't be able to fly in at all.

"Fifteen... "Fifteen …"

Accompanying the emergency brake sound from the engine, Hetun's vigorous and hurried shout came from outside the dome door.

"Father is calling you."

Xing Ba pushed the little guy. It was as if the little fellow was still immersed in the sadness of whether or not its father, Feng Xinglang, would die.

"Don't make my foster father unhappy." Xing Ba reminded her with good words.

"Foster father... Fifteen is here! "

The little fellow responded to Hetun with a shout, while patting its small, drooping face, it forced a smile on its face and walked out to welcome him.

It was true that a foster father was important, but a biological father was even more important. Not to mention that right now, her father was a weakling who had been sentenced to prison.

For the most part, people sympathize with the weak.

"Fifteen... I missed my foster father to death! "

Hetun raised the little fellow who was rushing over high up and kissed him a few times on his little face.

The firm strength of his arms had almost strangled the little guy to the point where he couldn't breathe.

"Foster father, where is my mother? Why isn't she back? "

The little guy suddenly realized that he didn't see his own mother get out of the car until the servant drove the car to the garage.

"All you care about is your own mother. Don't tell me you miss your foster father?"

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