Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes, Darius Summer snorted coldly, a stern expression on his face. "I don't care why you killed my son... all I know is, whoever dares to kill my son must be prepared to pay a blood debt! Even if it were heaven's sovereign who killed my son… I, Darius Summer, will tear him apart!"
"So even if your son is in the wrong, even if he initiated the murder... you don't care? You don't think it's because of your poor upbringing?"
Wyatt Barnes gazed at Darius Summer, his expression growing colder.
"Yes!"
Cold light flashed in Darius Summer's eyes as he declared in a threatening tone, "Even if my son murders and sets fires, commits every range of evil, no one can touch him… simply because, he is my son, Darius Summer, the Deputy Chairman of the Yulan Commerce Association!"
"Haha…"