In just two hours.

Damon, who was heading to South Korea, finally arrived in South Korea's territory!

"Korean people's governance!"

Daimon roared lowly and hurriedly took a bus to Zhongqing South Road and Zhuning City.

****

In Zhuning City Hospital.

Daimon's eyes turned red, she pushed open the door, didn't bother to hug her, comforted her wife Quan Zhenzheng, and knelt on the side of the hospital bed with a trembling look.

"son……"

Tears in my eyes.

Damon's mind was almost blown to the point of being unable to control himself.

He tried his best to blood and guarded humans on Nibreda Island, and was dead.

But the son in South Korea... was shot in the forehead.

If the child hadn't been young and had a crooked gun, I was afraid that I wouldn't have seen my son's last face at all.

Is this fair?

Damon raised his blood-red eyes.

The person who injured his son was a twelve-year-old boy, Han Tianci.

Han Tianci is Han Minzhi's only child and the first son of Han Minzhi's son when he was old.

Gather all the favors.

The top second-generation official and rich second-generation in South Chungcheong Province!

Han Tianci, a professional warrior, independent director of the South Korean Four-Star Group, and the head of the film and television industry in Chungcheong Nam Do!

Quanzhen couldn't hold her husband Damon, so she could only watch her husband Damon heading to Han Minzhi's villa to seek justice.

What justice can be achieved?

Quanzhen felt dim in her heart.

Suddenly, she thought...Dimon is a registered warrior.

This identity is highly respected internationally and is favored by various countries.

Quanzhen could only pray secretly...

As a registered war martial artist, Damon, her husband, was able to make the Han Minzhi family bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

She doesn't ask for any compensation.

I just want justice, an explanation, and an apology.

****

Inside the villa of Han Minzhi.

Han Tianci was so happy, and his words were full of regret: "Father, that nigger just now is really annoying, and his eyes are so scary."

Han Minzhi touched his son's head in love:

"Yeah, my father has beaten him seriously."

The pretty maid on the side also said, "Yes, Master, that nigger vomited several mouthfuls of blood, probably won't have the strength to come to disturb us again."

Han Minzhi glanced at the maid indifferently.

The maid was sweating coldly.

She... was a little overbearing.

But Han Tianci jumped off the stool and grabbed the pretty maid's palm: "Sister Min'er, go and wipe the floor quickly."

Although he is still young, Han Tianci has already tasted the taste of a woman.

This maid is the first woman to end his twelve years of his career as a boy.

Thinking of Min'er's hot body and plump buttocks, Han Tianci laughed and patted the maid Min'er's buttocks.

The maid Min'er exclaimed, her face turned red, and she didn't dare to look at Han Minzhi's face. She hurriedly lowered her head and turned around to wipe the floor.

There was still some blood on the floor.

Han Minzhi glared at his son and said helplessly:

"You are still young, you have to be careful of moderation, do you know?"

Han Tianci was proud and raised his head, very dissatisfied: "Why am I young? I can shoot someone, I am not young."

Han Minzhi shook his head, his face a little serious: "You can't play with pistols at will in the future. This time, everything is quite tricky."

“Tough?”

Han Minzhi looked at his son's puzzled gaze and nodded: "That black man is a professional high-level warrior or a registered warrior, and his status is not low."

"Registered War Military Agent?"

Han Minzhi also frowned, and a trace of contempt flashed across his rich face, and said:

"As a father, I don't know what this registered warrior says...but, registered warriors have the privilege of killing and are protected by the International United Nations."

"Privacy of murder!"

Han Tianci's big eyes were wide open, full of longing.

If you are a registered warrior...will you kill whoever you want?

I thought that last night, I was playing with my pistol, and on the road at night, I found a child and tried the shooting technique...

"Father, I want to be a registered warrior!"

Han Tianci's eyes shining.

Han Minzhi was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "We South Korea do not allow citizens to be registered warriors, so don't think about it."

The twelve-year-old Han Tianci is at the age of being coquettish.

He shook his head, his little face full of unyielding expressions: "Korean will not let it be, I will be! My father, I want to be a registered warrior now!"

Han Tianci was extremely excited when he thought of killing people at will.

That is the sin of the root cause.

That is a perverted mind.

This is Han Tianci.

Han Minzhi laughed and changed the topic: "This nigger may cause trouble for you. Son, don't go out to play these days, stay at home."

Although his son almost shot a child to death.

But... I am the executive director of Four Star Group and controls the film and television and media industries of Chungcheong South Province.

In terms of politics, he is also one of the South Korean MPs.

Han Minzhi felt no shame or pressure.

Even if my son Tianci really beats a child to death, so what?

If the matter is exposed, at most it is impossible to find a scapegoat and let his son Tianci take responsibility.

Besides, Tianci is still young and is a child, so it is understandable that any action is made.

Thinking of this, Han Minzhi gave a few more instructions.

Han Tianci's face was full of reluctance and was very unhappy. He muttered and shouted:

"Why don't you let me go out to play, I want to go out to play."

"Isn't it just a nigger? My father, if you send someone to kill him, you won't cause trouble for me."

****

In the ward.

Quanzhen was crying like a tearful person.

In front of me, the child was unconscious in the bed.

In front of her, her husband Daimon, with blood-stained clothes, staggered back to the ward, with pale face and weakly sitting on the edge of the bed.

Quanzhen was holding Damon's big hand tightly.

It seems to be comforting.

It seems to be relying on.

Her husband, Damon, is a professional high-level warrior and a registered warrior. Even when her husband goes to ask for an explanation, he is beaten back.

What can she, an ordinary housewife do?
To be continued...