Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Youyou and Doudou rushed into the house as well. The former caught a whiff of the pungent blood as he approached the bed. The man’s blood-stained lips shocked him!
Li Ru fell apart as she coiled her hands around his shoulders and cried copiously.
Her children stood by their father’s side with red eyes.
Standing on the sidelines, Youyou could not bear to watch this scene. His heart became filled with guilt at once.
The other boy suddenly looked at him and stormed up to him. Clenching his little fist, he hit him.
“Return ah pa to me! Return him to me—return!” He cried as he hit him.
His strength was simply pathetic.
Youyou did not evade him, though. He was grief-stricken as well. Not even he could have foreseen such a situation.
“How did it turn out this way…” he muttered blankly.
“It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault!”
The other boy collapsed on the floor as he wailed and rubbed his eyes; his face was wet with tears.
His mother and sister had already wept buckets.
…
When Vermilion Bird received news that the boy’s exact coordinates had been found, she rushed there with the rest of her people.
It was already the wee hours then.
By the time they arrived, the Zhao family had already started the funeral preparations.
People constantly entered and left the house. Li Ru forced herself to remain strong despite her grief and started preparing for the funeral.
Her husband had already passed away.
Youyou sat by the doorway gloomily.
She signaled her subordinates to wait in place for her orders and approached the boy while crouching slightly.
“Director Yun, I apologize for my tardiness!”
His head was bowed in solemn silence.
Startled, she could not help reaching out and placing her hand lightly on his shoulder.
The lad, unexpectedly, raised his hand to clench hers.
“Sir…” She looked at him in surprise.
“Commander Vermilion Bird, where have you been?”
He tugged at her fingers hard and looked up with a cold expression. There was not a hint of emotions in his clear, distinctive eyes.
They were only icy cold.
“I—”
“Why is it that Mu Lianjue’s men could find their way here fast, but you guys couldn’t?” A layer of ice veiled his tone as he chastised her in sullen anger. “Give me a reason!”
She winced.
Despite the boy’s young age, his aura was extremely oppressive and overpowering!
She was a little taken aback.
“Did you really give it your all on this mission?” he coolly asked. “Are you no better than those people? Commander, I’m very disappointed in you!”
“I apologize, sir. It… was my dereliction of duty this time!” Her head lowered in guilt.
Alas, he mercilessly spat, “Reflect on this once we return!”
She gave him a loud and resounding answer. “Yes!”
Thereafter, as she carefully examined his face, she said, “Sir, I’ll bring you back now.”
“No!” he responded resolutely.
“?”
The boy sighed. “I’ll return after attending the funeral!”
His subordinate replied, “Noted!”
…
The news reached the Mu family.
Mu Yazhe’s heart finally settled once he learned that his son had been found.
He heard that the child was safe, only suffering from a bit of injury. The latter said that he would stay where he was for a few days to recuperate, and once he was feeling better, he would be escorted back by Vermilion Bird and her people.
Gong Jie had already deployed additional men, with Luka and Peaceful Tyrant rushing there, too.
The twins’ father then received news from the hospital that his older son had woken up.
