While begging for mercy, Wei Yongjie kept banging his head on the ground until it was bleeding profusely.

Several bodyguards, without changing their expressions, pinned the man down.

Wei Zhaoye suddenly stood up and slowly walked to him, looking down at the man who was terrified and crying.

When An Yun saw him reach out, he immediately handed him a four-inch-long knife.

Wei Zhaoye patted Wei Yongjie's face with the flat of his knife; the fleshy face bled from the light scratch.

Very sharp.

"Ah Ye, please let Daddy go. Daddy is willing to atone for his sins. I'll do anything you want with Daddy!" Wei Yongjie was so frightened that he lost all strength and kept shrinking back as he looked at the knife.

Wei Zhaoye squatted down, the knife drawing a deep, bone-revealing line of blood on the man's face. A fierce rage and hatred churned in his eyes, but his expression remained calm. "You have truly disappointed me, Father. You have broken our promise."

“I told you, you can never be separated, otherwise… you’ll both go to hell.”

With a wave of his arm, a silver light flashed through the air.

ah--

The knife was plunged into the man's genitals, and Wei Yongjie instantly curled up in pain, veins bulging on his forehead.

The bodyguards, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The high-end custom-made leather shoes gleamed under the light. Wei Zhaoye twirled the knife in his hand a few times, his indifferent gaze fixed on Wei Yongjie. "For the sake of you being my father, I'll cripple you myself. Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Wei Yongjie's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at him fiercely: "Wei Zhaoye, you'll die a horrible death! You'll get your retribution! I'm your father, this is an outrageous act, you'll be punished by heaven! Ah—"

Wei Zhaoye calmly drew his knife.

The sound of flesh being ground apart was clearly audible.

The black-clad bodyguards showed some emotion, but they all tried their best to restrain themselves.

An Yun seemed not to see anything. His deep, unfocused eyes briefly focused when he heard Wei Yongjie's curses, turning a chilling dark red.

How could such an ugly and vulgar man be the master's father!

Unfortunately, the owner had given instructions...

With a clang, Wei Zhaoye threw the blood-stained knife to the ground.

It bounced a moment after landing.

He frowned in disgust, and An Yun immediately handed him a clean handkerchief.

Wei Zhaoye took it and carefully wiped his hands, which were spotless and free of any blood, not even missing between his fingers.

"Throw him into the Garden of Sin," Wei Zhaoye coldly uttered, then disgustedly threw the handkerchief on the ground to cover the blood-stained knife.

The Sin Garden is that insane asylum.

Wei Yongjie, his face deathly pale, knelt and begged for mercy, "Aye, you can't do this to me, you can't do this to me! Dad never forced your mother to jump off the building. It's all Shen Meisha's fault! You can't do this to Dad—"

Several bodyguards skillfully put a hood over Wei Yongjie's head and respectfully said, "Boss, we'll take him away now."

A cold glint flashed in An Yun's deep, dark eyes. Wei Yongjie's heart-wrenching cries and curses intensified this coldness. Suddenly, the ever-present black umbrella opened, and the umbrella sword pierced Wei Yongjie's eye, blinding him. "You dare call me father!"

The voice was sinister, as if it came from hell.

The bodyguards shuddered. Everyone else thought Dr. An was just Wei Shao's private doctor, but only those of them who had been handling Wei Shao's dirty business for years knew that Dr. An was Wei Shao's weapon.