The King of Fighters stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of pride in his calm tone.

Tang Hao smiled and gave a thumbs up to the King of Fighters: "Haha, the King of Fighters is still smart."

"I didn't think about it that way."

After laughing, Tang Hao continued: "Let's go and take a look."

"I want to see who dared to hide under the wooden box and assassinate the current boxing king because of his ambition."

While talking, the King of Fighters, Tang Hao, and Sword Master all went into the forest to look for the body that was kicked away by the King of Fighters.

The title grandmaster's perception was so keen that he quickly found the man in the mountains and forests.

"Oh?"

"The vitality seems to be quite tenacious?"

"You beat the King of Fighters hard, and you're not dead yet?"

Before they even reached the front, Tang Hao and others heard painful and weak moans.

"Humph, consider him lucky."

The King of Fighters' face looked a little ugly.

Even though he was a grand master, he didn't even kill this assassin with one kick.

This kind of thing naturally feels a bit embarrassing for the King of Fighters.

He immediately quickened his pace and walked over, ready to add another kick.

"Old Mo, please show mercy."

"It doesn't matter if you stay alive, we can ask some questions."

The sword master quickly stopped him.

However, as the three of them got closer, they felt that something was getting more and more wrong.

The first person to notice it was naturally the King of Fighters himself.

However, he didn't say it out loud.

It was Tang Hao who spoke unabashedly and spoke first: "Hey, don't you think this back looks familiar?"

"King of Fighters, does he look like your son Wuya?"

At this time, the man was huddled in place, twitching slightly.

Juggernaut and others can only see the back, but not the true appearance.

However, even the back view has begun to make Tang Hao and the others a little suspicious.

"Nonsense!" Boxing King Mo Gucheng scolded immediately.

"My son Wuya is extremely talented and extremely strong. How could he be put in a box and delivered as a courier?"

"They must be thieves from the enemy country who want to harm me!"

"I'll go over and kill him~"

The low words contained a bit of anger.

Then, the King of Boxers Mo Gucheng walked over with three steps and two steps.

"Why are you still angry?"

"I'm just talking casually." Looking at Mo Gucheng's angrily leaving figure, Tang Hao shook his head, smiled helplessly, and then followed him, fearing that the King of Fighters' violent temper would really kill this man directly.

.

Bang~

As expected, when the King of Fighters approached, he didn't even look at the opponent's face and kicked him directly.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Who instigated you to murder me?"

The King of Fighters shouted angrily.

The man rolled on the ground several times, then spat out another mouthful of blood with a puff.

Finally, with his last breath, the man stubbornly raised his head, looked forward, and shouted in an extremely weak and aggrieved voice: "Dad...Dad, I...I am Ya...Ya

Son~"

Bang~

After finishing speaking, Mo Wuya raised his head and fell down.

When Mo Wuya fell, the world became quiet.

The sword master was stunned, and Tang Hao was also confused.

As for Mo Gucheng himself, it was like a bolt from the blue, with his old eyes staring hugely!

The eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

At this moment, these three old guys were all confused.

Especially Mo Gucheng, his eyes were red, his eyes were about to burst, and his heart was almost bleeding.

No one can understand his feelings as a father.

Is it regret?

Is it self-blame?

Or guilty?

Mo Gucheng never dreamed that the person who was put in the box as a courier was really his son Wuya?

And he almost killed his own son with his own hands?

"Son~"

After a long silence, the King of Fighters' call resounded throughout the ages.
Chapter completed!