The sky was shrouded in darkness, with specks of stars adorning the Night Color. The early autumn evening breeze carried a chill.
"Rumble..."
The sound of the helicopter overhead kept roaring incessantly.
Shen Yujia, no, it should be Huo Tianxing.
He looked up at the sky, seemingly searching for something, but from his angle, he couldn't see anything.
But he knew, someone must be watching him.
"BOSS, you..."
Gao Fei shouted, but just as he quickly approached Huo Tianxing, he heard gunfire.
The shots weren't aimed at Gao Fei, but at his feet.
A row of bullets ricocheted beside Gao Fei's feet, shells falling everywhere—not injuring him, but definitely startling him.
"Stand still."
Suddenly, there was a stern shout, coming from an elderly man's deep voice.
Gao Fei instinctively stood upright, not daring to move towards Huo Tianxing.
Even without the shout, faced with such a barrage of bullets, he wouldn't dare move.
"Father, your temper hasn't changed at all."
