A man in his forties, calling himself "little brother" in front of two young people—this scene looked somewhat strange but that's the rule of the underworld: If someone has a higher status or stronger influence than you, you have to call them "brother."
Looking at Yellow Cat before him, Chen Nan said nothing. Half a minute later, two underlings brought Han Haihe in.
Han Haihe was now limping as he walked, covered in wounds, with his face a patchwork of blue and purple, clearly the result of their brutal beating.
"Dad!"
Han Yuting's nose tingled, and she rushed to embrace her father.
Han Haihe could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes. How did his daughter end up here? Could it be... that she was captured by them?
"Boss Cat, if you have a problem, take it up with me. Don't touch my daughter!"
Rage surged in Han Haihe's eyes. Although he was a gambler, even a tiger wouldn't eat its own offspring; he truly loved his daughter.
