"Have Mason watch over him and administer a cardiac stimulant if necessary to prevent shock!" After Su Feiman finished speaking, he left.
Lie Feng dared not witness the hellish scene that was to follow and followed Su Feiman out.
As they walked down the corridor in the night, he couldn't help but speak up.
"Godfather, doing this might kill Third Young Master."
There was not a shred of sympathy in Su Feiman.
"Then let him die. Tempered to form steel, I, Su Feiman, am seeking one in a million. If he dies, he is not the masterpiece I want. Lie Feng, only the most brutal and bloody hardships can craft the perfect masterpiece! Whether it becomes a defective piece or a classic work depends on how strong he is!"
Su Feiman's eyes have never tolerated the weak.
"Godfather, Ivan and his daughter have left for North America," a subordinate reported.
"Hmm?" Su Feiman looked thoughtful.
