"No, brother, I just want to say, it's fine for you to deal with me. There's a grudge between us, but it's different for him. He's just a child, completely innocent of any grievance with you!"
Zhuang Haoxiong stretched out his finger and patted his brother's shoulder twice: "Are you trying to persuade me to convert to Buddhism? Unfortunately, I was already dragged into hell by you, my brother. What do you think I should do?"
Zhuang Haoran said seriously, "Do whatever you want me to do, as long as you're willing to let Anthony and him go!"
"Then you go to hell on my behalf first, maybe then I'll be able to convert to Buddhism." Zhuang Haoxiong continued, pointing a finger at Wa Zicong standing opposite, "I can tell you plainly, it was this man who delivered the child to us. How about you kill him first to vent your anger?"
"Brother!"
