As the old master closed his eyes, Qin Moran swallowed but said no more. In the silence, the Audi A6 slowly drove into the urban village, stopping in front of the mottled rental building that housed Qin Fan's family.
Opening the car door himself, Elder Qin stepped out, leaning on his cane. The first thing he did was look up at the building.
Following Elder Qin's gaze to the mottled wall, Qin Moran said with biting sarcasm, "It's a good thing you transferred this building to Second Grandma's name back then, Grandpa. Otherwise, I'm afraid Fourth Uncle wouldn't even have this small piece of property left!"
"Let's go up." Lowering his head, Elder Qin said nothing more. He walked toward the security door, which had been destroyed by a Martial Artist using Dark Energy the night before. As he smelled the damp air and gazed at the old walls, a bitter expression inevitably appeared on his face.
