If you fire the gun, they will die.

The middle-aged man greeted, "Yazhe, you're here!"

He regarded him quizzically. "Fourth uncle, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see your grandpa; take a seat!"

The boy could not help holding his father's hand.

As he held his son to his side, he walked to the bed's other end and sat down facing Mu Lianjue.

A long period of silence followed.

The older man broke this silence first.

"Your grandpa's condition is getting worse!"

"Mm."

His nephew's face remained cold with his brows furrowed.

He suddenly laughed when he took a glance at his face. "What? You seem to have something on your mind."

"Not at all!"

"Oh…"

He laughed darkly again before his eyes fell on his bedridden father's pale face.

There was a long bout of silence again.

A century seemed to have passed before he suddenly stated, "I think you have something you want to tell me, young man."