Three people, two adults and a child, no one spoke.
All were waiting...
"Tap tap tap..."
Soon, two sets of anxious footsteps came rushing by, awakening the long-silent corridor.
Seeing the man covered in sweat with a cold expression and unsteady breath rushing towards them, not only was Little Thirteen stunned, but Leng Xue and Ai Lun were also taken aback for a moment before they yelled out in unison.
"Fourth Brother?"
"Boss..."
A second later, Leng Xue's alarmed gaze turned to Iron Hand.
"Old Iron, what happened?"
Little Thirteen was scared out of his wits, his little bottom sprung up as if on springs and he dashed over to Emperor Quan.
"Father, are you hurt? Who shot you...? Uncle Hand... who did this?"
Iron Hand moved his lips, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the tense voice of Emperor Quan.
"Where is she?"
