"So you climbed up here just to ponder life?" A voice sounded from the entrance of the rooftop.
Wu Liang coldly held a kitchen knife and walked up with firm steps, the hesitation in his eyes had completely turned to indifference.
The news that his father was still alive indeed pleased him, but his father's actions were no longer those of the person he knew.
It might be an exaggeration to say family justice, but he had to at least stop his father's absurd actions!
"It's not pondering, this is an inevitable situation, I merely accelerated the process." Wu Xiaoyao spoke softly as he stood up from the rooftop.
Standing on top of the highest building in the commercial street, he spread his arms as if embracing the night, but also as if displaying his ambition towards the city.
Whoosh—
But before he could continue, a kitchen knife whistled towards his back.
Without turning his head, Wu Xiaoyao twisted his body to dodge, and the knife brushed past his clothes, falling into the dusk.
