Ouyang Xiu had already closed his eyes, accepting that he wouldn't be able to avenge his father in this lifetime. The murderer was his uncle.
"Time to die," Ouyang Ke said as he took the gun, ready to finish off Ouyang Xiu.
Just as Ouyang Ke was about to make his move, someone holding a cellphone approached, "Mr. Ouyang, it's for you."
Ouyang Ke felt annoyed, he was about to eliminate a threat, and now someone was interrupting.
"Who?" Ouyang Ke asked coldly.
"Your son is in my hands," came the crisp voice from the other side.
Ouyang Ke was taken aback. Although he could commit patricide and fratricide, he truly had nothing to say when it came to his own son; the boy meant the world to him.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Ouyang Ke realized the gravity of the situation and asked cautiously.
"Simple, release Ouyang Xiu, and I'll let your son go," the voice on the other side suddenly said.
