Chapter 390
Shortly after, Harry lifted a wilted Tristan as he came out. Harry grabbed his hair and forced him to kneel by Isaac.

“Dad, save me. Dad…I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die so soon, Dad!” Tristan saw their family’s bodyguards sprawled all over the ground. He was now traumatically terrified of the man next to him.

“Kill him!” Isaac said softly.

Harry grabbed Tristan’s chin with one hand while the other gripped the top of his head. Suddenly, he twisted his hands in opposite directions.

Crack! Everyone could hear the unpleasant crisp sound over the heavy rain.

“Tristan, my son!” Fabian’s eyes widened, and a burst of spiritual energy blasted forward.

A few ancient martial arts practitioners standing beside him grabbed Fabian at once.

“Mr. Martin! Mr. Martin, don’t act rashly! Stay calm!”

Tristan’s blank eyes stared ahead; he was lifeless. His body crashed backward.

Cameron, standing in the house, saw this scene and paled. He couldn’t stop himself from trembling. A warm stream
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