What makes him think he’s qualified? Standing in the garden, Ou Mucen saw this scene and let out a cold laugh. The next moment, he aimed the gun at the man’s head: "You made me put my father in prison; very well, that’s the price he must pay for what happened back then, and you, you’re no exception!" His finger was on the trigger, ready to pull it. But just then, a figure holding a child suddenly appeared beside him. The figure aimed a gun at the child’s head: "Ou Mucen, don’t move, or I’ll kill your son!" It was Xiaojin. He actually captured Xiaobao!! Ou Mucen’s face changed dramatically. In the moment he hesitated, a bullet from the opposite side had already been shot. In an instant, he could only turn slightly, and the bullet went "bang" and hit him in the left shoulder blade, just half a palm distance from his heart. "Third Young Master!!!" At this moment, Ying Hao also came in, saw the scene, and turned pale: "Third Young Master, are you okay? Are you hurt?" This was definitely a sudden accident. Who would have thought that Xiaojin would end up taking the child hostage? No, weren’t the children supposed to be protected in the small courtyard? And that woman, he had sent so many people, could they all have... Ou Mucen pressed hard on his left shoulder, which was bleeding profusely. In an instant, he thought of the problem he had overlooked. Suddenly, all the color drained from his face, and his eyes looked fiercely at this man, like a beast provoked. Official source ıs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 Lin Huan saw it from above, finally feeling as if he had turned the tables, and laughed wildly: "Surprised, aren’t you? You thought you’d already won, didn’t you? Let me tell you, Ou Mucen, until it’s over, no one should celebrate too early!" After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands toward the corridor, and immediately, another familiar figure appeared from there. He wore a cream-colored round-neck casual knit sweater, with dark khaki pants below, gold-rimmed glasses, a handsome face, and a very pale complexion; at first glance, he actually looked like a schoolteacher! But now, he was a heartless scumbag. A bullet had hit Ou Mucen, and looking at this person, his eyes were filled with blood-red hatred: "Was it you?" That person showed no expression: "Yes, I just brought the child from her place." Ou Mucen’s vision went black, and he nearly collapsed! He just couldn’t understand how his people, surrounded by so much protection, had let someone take the child. It turned out it was all because of this man. This man, exploiting her trust in him, her kindness to him, just handed over their child to him! But she didn’t know that he was already a monster—no, should have said he had long been a monster. Wasn’t he the son of that old thing? How could he not side with him? Ou Mucen was in utter despair, looking at the few men above, and the child, now pointed at with a gun, silent and unresponsive. His heart was filled with both anger and fervor, making the blood flow even more fiercely. Ying Hao saw this, his heart sinking to the bottom. Sensing Ou Mucen’s swaying, he quickly supported him firmly: "Third Young Master, perhaps...should we retreat first?" "What is your heart made of? Wasn’t she good to you? How could you do this to her?" His father was still in prison...