The man talked to himself.
Entirely disregarding Xing Hao and Xing Zhan.
But the two of them couldn't care less about this man's attitude problem now.
Xing Hao's lips trembled as he gazed at the man before him and murmured:
"Who...who exactly are you?"
"Run!!"
Suddenly, Xing Zhan grabbed Xing Hao's wrist.
With a leap, he jumped out of the window.
Attempting to flee.
However, upon turning back, he found that the man hadn't chased after them.
He just stood there, smiling at them through the window's broken hole.
Entirely unconcerned if they left or not.
Xing Zhan truly didn't run away at this point.
He stood in place, exhaled a long breath, and said to Xing Hao:
"Uncle, if you don't leave, both of us will have to explain everything here today.
"Take our three brothers and my father, and roam the ends of the world."
Xing Hao shook his head repeatedly:
"What kind of talk is that?
"You're still young; how could I, as your uncle, let you go to your death?
