A few hours later, Li Tianhao's father finally received a reply to his inquiry.
He opened it and read the words carefully. It was short, concise, and chilling in its authority:
"Do not touch Lin Feng."
Li Tianhao's father blinked, unable to mask his shock.
Anger surged through him, the same furious heat that had driven his son to madness earlier.
He wanted to roar, to lash out, to strike Lin Feng down despite the warning but there was nothing he could do also.
To disobey this command would mean certain death.
He looked down at his son, lying on the bed.
Li Tianhao's body, once so full of vigor and pride, was now broken and humiliated.
Finally, with a slow, low sigh, he muttered to himself, his voice heavy with resignation…
"I suppose… this must be heavenly retribution for my son's many wrongdoings as well. I guess it's better to lose your balls, Hao'er, than to offend someone we can't afford to offend."
