He was really in a hurry. He had put in so much effort to finally reach this day, to bring Luo Yan out of that place.
Yet now, they were about to be taken back.
And he was very clear: Rousi's strength had been vast before; she might have been able to protect Luo Yan.
But now, with Rousi's power greatly diminished, and not able to recover in a short time, the people of Yakuza wouldn't miss this opportunity—they probably wouldn't even give her a decent treatment.
Even if Rousi managed to hold onto the military order and bring Luo Yan back, the odds were heavily against them.
"Do you think that by taking Luo Yan back, they won't have any reason to lay their hands on you?"
"They might call you an elder out of respect, but without it, they'll let you be buried!"
"Now that you've gotten so thin, going back is a death sentence. Who can you protect!"
Rousi's eyes reddened: "It's all because of you, you bastard, that I'm reduced to this!"
