Especially when this man was still his son, having lost an arm, he became even more unforgiving. He had to find a few people to vent his anger upon, or else he would go mad.,Guo Zisheng's panting sounded in Guo Tiansheng's ears, as agonizing as being pricked by a needle!,Guo Zisheng looked at his father with an extremely eager gaze. When death even became a kind of longing, how sad it was.。