Ouyang Haitao started pressing on the trigger, dangerously close to shooting the bullet through Jun's head. The twins froze, feeling unable to breathe.
"You will be dead, Ouyang Haitao," Little Jian snarled, his voice as cold as ice. "You do that and you will be dead."
"Let our brother go!" Nian exclaimed. He felt his heart in his throat.
Xuan Hui, too, who was already alert, tightened his grip on his gun. A faint shiver passed through him, seeing Jun in a miserable condition.
'You will be a good father, Uncle Xuan.'
He could never forget those kind words that had shook him from within. He could never forget the warmth he felt as he had held little Jun in his arms. And watching that same little boy today forcibly held in another's arms to be killed at any moment made him freeze with fear and animosity.
