"Dad?!"
In Qin Yang's eyes flickered a strong sense of shock. That familiar figure was none other than his father, Qin Weimin.
"Haha, is it really that surprising? Although I'm not an Ancient Martial Artist, my skills are not inferior to those guys you found. Don't forget, I was a soldier in the southwest of my motherland for ten years."
Qin Weimin looked at Qin Yang, who wore an expression of surprise, and said with a smile.
In his hand was a pistol, and evidently, it was Qin Weimin who had fired. The ones shot dead were undoubtedly the two black-clad men guarding Qin Weimin and Cheng Suqin.
"It's you, rascal, you've truly grown your skills. I never knew you had such abilities all these years."
Though Qin Weimin's tone was slightly teasing, there was an undeniable sense of relief on his face.
"I'll explain when we get back."
Seeing Qin Weimin unharmed, and knowing Cheng Suqin would be fine, Qin Yang finally felt at ease and smiled.
"Bastard!"
