He directed his question at his mother, but she clearly had no time to answer him.
"Quick, hold him back! Boss, hold him back! He's going out!"
"What!?"
The eldest son was already an adult and understood plenty. His parents' actions just now, combined with the sounds of battle outside,
although he didn't know whether things were as
he suspected, had given him a rough idea of what was going on.
He had also imagined what his father might do if the person outside... really was the Empress. So
the instant his mother spoke, he
reacted at once and dashed toward the door of his parents' bedroom.
A flurry of footsteps sounded. By the time the eldest son reached the door, his father had already put on a set of olive-green
military fatigues. In his hands was the Type 95 rifle he hadn't used in
many years, and he was facing away from his son, loading it at speed!
"Dad?"
Watching his father load the rifle, the eldest son found himself unwilling to approach, even though that back was so familiar.
His father's figure was just as it always had been, but... the aura he gave off, the feeling that surrounded him, was no longer that of his old, frail
father. Instead, it was that of a...
soldier about to charge onto the battlefield, ready for war!
"Hmm?"
Hearing his son call him, Mr. Zhang slowly turned around. In that instant, the overwhelming killing intent in his eyes
made his eldest son feel as if his father were a stranger. Was this really... the same loving father?
Mr. Zhang's expression was solemn. The fierce confidence and fighting spirit in his eyes left his eldest son rooted
to the spot. He even... felt as though he couldn't stop his father. Though