Old Wang sent the unconscious Mu Li to the Wolf Head Mercenary Group headquarters. Mu She looked at Mu Li's purple face, his own expression dark and grim.
"Brother Wang, tell me—who exactly poisoned my son?" Mu She demanded angrily.
Mu Li's mother had died young, and Mu She had only this one son. He had always treasured him dearly, giving him whatever he wanted and never having the heart to hit him. Yet now Mu Li lay unconscious before him, and he did not even know who his enemy was.
"Brother Mu, take this old brother's advice. Don't ask about the enemy, and don't even think about revenge. They aren't someone you can afford to provoke. He spared Li'er's life, so let this matter end here. Don't stir up any more trouble," Old Wang said earnestly. When speaking of the enemy, his eyes were filled with deep fear.
"Hmph! My son is lying here right now, his life hanging in the balance, and you're telling me not to take revenge? I can't do that!" Mu She said furiously. His voice was so loud that even the mercenaries standing guard outside could sense his rage.
Mu Li sat by the bed, gazing kindly at the unconscious Mu Li lying there. Holding Mu Li's hand, he said softly, "Li'er, don't be afraid. Father is here. I won't let anything happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you. If anything happens to you, then even if I have to risk everything, even if I have to stake this old life of mine, I will never let that enemy off easy."
Mu She stood and looked at Old Wang. "Brother Wang, who exactly is that enemy? Tell me. You watched Li'er grow up. He's suffering like this, while the enemy walks