"Patriarch!!"
"Patriarch!"
A chorus of panic shattered the silence, slicing through the air as Zhang Wei's brow arched skyward.
He turned, eyes sweeping over a swarm of guards clad in sleek black suits as they flooded in.
"Doctor Zhang! Please, save my daughter!" The voice, old yet infused with desperate vigor, clung to Zhang Wei's legs.
"..."
Silence descended, thick and suffocating, as if the very air dared not stir.
"Doctor?" Lisa's interjection floated in, tinged with a bewilderment that might as well have come with its own question mark.
Before the echo faded, another character entered stage left.
Tang Dexin's eyes found Zhang Wei, and his sigh of relief was almost loud enough to have its own script. "Master Zhang, your timing is impeccable!"
"Master Zhang?"
"Master Zhang?"
