Indeed, he could not escape; in the end, he was just a prodigal son.
Even if he, this prodigal son, was unconventional and never engaged in outrageous acts against heaven and reason, he was still just a prodigal son.
In front of the masked desperados pursuing him, he was like a sheep, and the people behind him were like vicious wolves.
The outcome of a sheep against a wolf is, of course, self-evident.
Yet, even so, Shangguan Hao's mood had relaxed considerably at this moment.
He glanced from the corner of his eye at the place he had just fled from. Seeing that Uncle Liu and the others were unharmed, it felt as if a huge stone had fallen to the ground in his heart.
Why should others sacrifice for his own affairs? He had never felt his life was more precious than that of Uncle Liu and the others.
Uncle Liu and the others had always followed him. In his heart, they were almost like family, not just servants.
