"From today onwards, Isaac is willing to recognize you as his godfather."
Although Fang Jueyu was only about a dozen years older than Isaac, being a godfather at this age wasn't considered anything overly exaggerated.
Fang Jueyu observed Isaac's eyes. His gaze was firm and sincere, with no hint of falsehood.
No matter how much he had experienced, he was still just a seven or eight-year-old child. In his heart, whoever could help him get revenge, he was willing to entrust his life to them.
Perhaps those terrorist organizations liked to nurture very young warriors because they were purer and more easily instilled with beliefs.
"Alright then, from today onwards, I will teach you everything I know," Fang Jueyu said seriously. "You can use all the skills I impart to seek vengeance. I can provide you with all the resources, power, and money you need, but I hope you won't let hatred blind you from hurting innocent people."
