At the witness stand.
"Lele, don't worry anymore. Everything will definitely be okay..." Wan Feizhang, seated in his wheelchair, looked at Wen Le's deeply furrowed brow and couldn't help but comfort her, completely unaware that danger was slowly closing in.
"Look behind you," Wen Le said, just as she happened to see Wan Zhongyuan, furious and carrying a cane, approaching rapidly.
Wan Feizhang was startled for a moment. He could only feel a murderous aura getting closer. A chill surged in his heart. He sharply turned his head and then... he was met with the painful blow of the cane.
Wan Zhongyuan, overwhelmed with anger, no longer cared about the setting. He directly raised the cane and started beating Wan Feizhang with it. Screams of agony immediately echoed through the courtroom.
"Dad, I'm your biological son..."
"Biological son? Would a biological son stand against me in court? I'd rather not have a son like you!"
