At this moment, it was too late for He Ao to withdraw the crutch. He let go of the crutch and reached back to grab the blade.

He covered the palm of his hand with a thin layer of consciousness and grabbed the blade of the knife. Then, in the surprised eyes of the fourth gang member, he suddenly threw him over his shoulder and threw the gang member to the ground.

At the same time, he squatted down and grabbed the gang member's palm with the hand holding the blade. He dropped the pistol with his other hand and restrained the gang member's elbow, using both hands at the same time.

The dagger held in the gang member's hand was pressed down hard and pierced his own throat.

He Ao let go of his hand and stood up.

He gasped twice, and the intense fatigue made him almost unable to stand still.

Thanks to the benefits of long-term training, Sito's explosive power is very strong, but on the contrary, after a short burst, he becomes exhausted for a longer period of time.

After taking a moment to stabilize his body, He Ao turned around and walked to Winter's body. He took out the car key card from Winter's body, then slowly straightened up and walked towards the driver's seat step by step.

The silent night stretched his shadow very long.

Just then, he found his granddaughter leaning against the car window and watching him.

"Jia Qian, are you scared?"

He Ao put his bloody sleeves behind his back and asked softly.

Jia Qian glanced at the corpse outside the window, then looked back at He Ao, nodded slightly, and shook her head slightly.

He Ao walked to the car window and touched his granddaughter's cheek, "It's okay, grandpa is here."

He sat on the driver's seat, placed the blood-stained card on the card key holder, and started the vehicle.

The little girl stared blankly at the back of the old man sitting in the driver's seat, and then at the metallic steering wheel.

During the brief sound of the car starting, she asked softly, "Grandpa, why do they want to kill us?"

He Aodun was starting the vehicle.

A ten-year-old girl may not know that much, or she may know more than she thinks.

"Because our lives are their bargaining chips,"

He Ao started the vehicle, "Kill us, and they will complete the mission and get the reward."

"Did mom and dad die like this too?"

The girl twitched the tip of her nose, "Why can they decide our lives without our consent?"

The old rearview mirror reflected the girl’s jewel-like orange eyes,

"Grandpa, can we still go home?"

"It's okay."

He Ao looked calm as he controlled the off-road vehicle and slowly exited the alley.

The off-road vehicle with steel patches drove on the dark road, entered the main street again, and drove into an area where a large crowd of onlookers gathered.

The crowd had dispersed a lot, and the flames burning on the apartment building were nearly extinguished.

The fire alarm on the ladder is operating the high-pressure water cannon to do the final extinguishing work.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original appearance, except for the burnt-black window sill, where the heat of the once blazing fire could be vaguely seen.

The fire did not spread in the end, but only changed the color of the wall.

If the son were still alive, he would be hit with a hefty bill for the fire alarm and facade repairs.

Now, these bills will eventually be handed over to He Ao after changing hands several times.

He Ao parked the vehicle on the side of the road and stared at the window covered by a little water mist.

Jia Qian slowly crawled over from the back seat of the car. She lay in the gap between the driver and passenger, staring at her former 'home'.

After a brief pause, she twitched the tip of her nose,

"grandfather,"

Those orange-yellow eyes that were like gems were shining with a little bit of crystal, "There seems to be nothing at home,"

Tears finally filled her cheeks, "Mom and dad are gone, everything in the house is gone, nothing is left."

He Ao stretched out his hand, and slowly hugged the girl's little head with his broad palms covered with wrinkles and calluses.

He leaned down, his forehead touched the girl's forehead, and his cheek touched the girl's cheek.

The off-road vehicle's lights slowly turned on, turned a corner on the wide driveway, and then drove towards the south of the city.

The street lights cast the shadow of this dilapidated vehicle on the lonely ground, blending into the silent night.

——

South District St. John 9th Street

"An old man who is almost dying! A child whose age is less than two digits! I have raised you for so many years! Just two of you! You tell me there is no news?!

None of the people sent could be contacted?!”

In a magnificent townhouse, a thin, long-haired man in a white formal suit was yelling hysterically into the phone, "What do you want to say? You want to say that all my people were killed by an old man?! Even one of them might not be able to walk."

Steady, an old man who can even poop in his pants pocket?

"I don't know what those bastards are doing. In ten minutes, I won't get any news about the success of the mission. You can go and accompany the old man."

He threw the retro phone in his hand on the sofa and reached out to rub his messy hair.

Ding Dong——
Chapter completed!