[Kirk's P.O.V.]
I was tied to a stool, and Grandma was in front of me. The werewolves who kidnapped me had us surrounded. Grandma had a gun, but they also had weapons. There were guns and knives, no one dared to act rashly.
I knew Grandma couldn't beat them. Not only did they have more people, but Grandma also had to protect me, who was weak and helpless.
Fortunately, Grandpa had very important secret documents with him. As a hostage, they didn't dare to kill me. So, they didn't dare to shoot me rashly in front of Grandma, for fear of hurting me.
For a moment, the situation was in a stalemate. No one dared to make the first move. At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door. It seemed that someone had arrived. Everyone's eyes were drawn to it.
The next second, my grandfather crossed his arms in front of his chest and walked towards us step by step. He walked very steadily and did not lose any dignity.
