Rong Zhuo secretly longed for an embrace from his mother, for her to speak to him once more.
But under the current circumstances, he feared that chance might never come again.
Truth be told, neither Rong Zhuo nor Rong Ni was afraid of death; they were just afraid of never seeing their mother again.
It was at that moment, as the footsteps of the criminals drew ominously closer, that Rong Zhuo mustered all his strength.
In his left hand he held a grenade, in his right, he pulled the pin; glancing at Rong Ni beside him, he spoke in a cold and hoarse voice, "Little Brother, are you afraid of dying?"
Rong Ni was taken aback, but then shook his head resolutely, his eyes reddening, "Not afraid."
"Good, then I'm pulling it."
No sooner had Rong Zhuo spoken than—
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The sudden burst of gunfire rang out like torrential rain, the dense sounds close by and the muffled groans of people being shot signaled that reinforcements had arrived.
