I will come back to fulfill your kindness. Thank you for making me born….After I let you claim your favor, I will take revenge.

“Stop, stop, don't take me away,” came the voice of a seven-year-old boy, struggling to escape from the hands of the two tall, dark-skinned men who were now holding the boy's hands tightly. “I leave my son with you, Mr. Ray,” said the voice of a young man named Jak, who was the child's father. A dark shadow of an unknown person walked in.

That person was none other than Mr. Ray. The son of a creditor whom Mr. Chak attached to “Don't worry. I will take good care of you.” Mr. Ray's mischievous smile spread out and anyone who saw it would say it was scary.

After 10 years

“I'm going back to my father, Father Jak.” It was unbelievable that the child who had cried so much that day would turn out to be a handsome young man. Reputed to be the heir to the most brutal mafia in Italy, that person's name was Jay Schwenda Velod, a sharp-faced young man who was the widow of a young lady in a large family. After Jay walked off the plane, bodyguards and a shiny black luxury car arrived to greet him.

All the bodyguards looked like about 20 people in total. Jay takes a ride to a village in Thailand. Soon a luxury car stopped at an old house. It was a house he was familiar with because it was the origin of this grudge. “Who's here?” When Jay walked in front of the door a few minutes later, an old man came and opened the door. “I'm V. I don't remember this son. "Really?" The old man looked shocked, "Wow, wow, wow? That's not true. He's not dead yet."

The old man smiled fakely. He actually intended to give this son away to pay off the money he had owed to the mafia. “Yes, it is me. If Father Ray doesn't have the kindness that someone with a bad heart would abandon, If I had my own child, I wouldn't survive,” he said loudly. But still able to keep his emotions well. “Why did you come, son?” the old man asked. “I came to pay tribute to Father.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the old man out of the door and walked straight into the house. “Mom, I'm back.” He hurriedly ran up to the second floor. Walking up to the second floor, he burst through the door and found the old woman he called Mother lying on the floor. He was angry. “What are you doing to my mother?” he shouted to his father. “I can't, father.” He didn't finish speaking.

Jay bent down and picked his mother up. “I will take Mom home. You go have fun with those women.” With that, he walked out of the house.

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