"What's the result?"
Zhou Ping'an's eyes were slightly reddened.
He knew what Tang Tang was talking about.
"Your father died in the line of duty, and Blood Tiger's whereabouts are unknown, feared to have met with misfortune... As for Old Wu, he was struck by a dump truck while picking up his daughter from kindergarten and driving home."
"That time, Old Wu broke thirteen bones in his body and had a severe intracranial hemorrhage, nearly losing his life.
He had a chance to escape the car, but his four-year-old daughter was in it, and all he could do was shield her with his body while drawing his gun to kill the dump truck driver.
Then, he watched, wide-eyed, as the vehicle flattened both him and his daughter."
"Yuhua Twin Dragons..."
Zhou Ping'an looked up and exhaled, his emotions returning to calm.
He finally understood why Old Wu always came to work late and left early, and why no one criticized him for it.
