Chapter 157 The Syndicate

• The middle-aged man was in tears; he was clearly aggrieved as he wrapped his dirty hand around the older man’s injured leg to inspect it. A horrified look registered on his face when he saw how much blood there was.
• “I’m so sorry to put you through this, Dad! This is all my fault! A worthless son such as myself would be better off dead!” he cried out in anguish. Then, he began to repeatedly smack his forehead against the tarmac and soon, there were abrasions on his skin.
• The man’s agonized cries and wails drew the attention of passers-by, who glanced at the taxi driver and the woeful father and son at the scene before leaping to their own conclusions. Within a matter of seconds, they burst into an uproar and admonished the hapless taxi driver.