Looking at the head at his feet, Liu Zijian turned to the side, his body trembling slightly. After a long moment, he finally turned back around. With his eyes slightly red, he looked at Lin Mu and managed to say two heavy words.
"Brother… Thank you."
No one could know the depth of emotion contained in those two words. He had been enduring far too much pressure: his father's death, his mother's grave illness, his wife's abandonment, his son's disability, and the relentless hounding that followed. His enemies could show up at his door at any moment to harm his mother and child, yet he could only swallow his rage.
