"Ah—"
Elder Mr. Zhou immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Release, re... release me."
His whole body was trembling, his eyes rolling back as if he were about to faint.
"Dad, Dad, please endure it, don't... don't talk anymore." Old Master Zhou didn't dare to beg Zhen Wu to let go of his foot, he could only lower his voice beside his father's ear, persuading him.
"Ah, ah!"
Elder Mr. Zhou continued to wail, his hands clutching his legs. At that moment, it was simply impossible for him to hear his son's voice.
If he really could hear it at that moment, he probably would have indeed fainted, but right now, even if he wanted to faint, he couldn't, because the pain was too intense. He guessed he wouldn't pass out for more than a few seconds before the pain woke him up again.
What kind of son had he raised? Seeing his father tortured, he actually told him to endure it!
"Release you?"