"Why haven't I seen him?"

Speaking of the King of Fighters, the two Juggernauts became depressed.

"That's why I called you here."

"Wu Ya is back." The Sword Master sighed.

"Good thing, why are you sighing. Could it be that you don't want him back?" Ye Qingtian was even more puzzled.

"Hey~" Tang Hao sighed again, "Wu Ya is seriously injured, and he is only breathing. Anyway, it's quite miserable, and the King of Fighters is with him day and night."

"What?"

"Have you been beaten again?"

"What's the matter with this brat."

"When I went to Japan, I was beaten half to death and sent back. After recuperating for a year, I finally recovered. This is my first mission, and I was beaten half to death again?"

"This kid's life is not good."

"Did you find out, who called?"

Ye Qingtian kept asking, with a bit of anxiety and worry in his words.

The Juggernaut and Tang Hao looked at each other, but hesitated to speak, and finally Tang Hao replied: "Hey, it's half clear."

"Half? How do you say that?" Ye Qingtian was even more confused.

"It was the King of Fighters who beat him. He was not seriously injured, but he was patched up a few times by the King of Fighters, and that's it. You go and see if you can help me." The Sword Master said in a low voice.

"This... this... the King of Fighters?"

God of War was stunned for a moment, and was a little speechless in shock.

Anyway, quite speechless.

What the hell, the father almost beat his son to death.

There is no place to report this revenge?

"What is it all about?"

Ye Qingtian shook his head, sighed, and hurried to see Mo Wuya's injury.

"Lao Ye, are you here?"

"Quick, help me quickly, see if my son can be saved?"

"In the past few days, his breath has become more and more sluggish. I am really worried that he will not be able to survive."

After seeing God of War, Mo Gucheng hurriedly dragged Ye Qingtian to check his son's injuries.

Ye Qingtian didn't say anything about the King of Fighters, he knew that the King of Fighters himself was probably feeling very uncomfortable, so there was no need for him to rub salt on his wounds.

After half an hour.

Ye Qingtian walked out of the room. JrNovels.com