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"What the hell? This skinny brat really turned out to be my son?" Qin Wufa muttered to himself.

‘What the f*ck! This insane guy really turned out to be my father?’ Bei Feng was unable to accept the reality.

"Facts speak louder than words. You are obviously my son!" Qin Wufa looked Bei Feng in the eye as he said seriously.

"What a joke, I’m your son because you said so?"

Bei Feng pried his eyes away from the flea-like creature still wrapped around his finger.

"Young Master, this Blood Spirit Bug was specially raised, feeding on the blood of our Patriarch! In order words, apart from the blood of the Patriarch himself, none of the clan members can provoke such a reaction from the Blood Spirit Bug!

The only exceptions are people with a direct bloodline connection of our Patriarch within three generations. There’s no question that you’re our Patriarch’s son!"

Qin Meng stepped forth in affirmation.

"How is it? Have you accepted the reality yet?"