Hong Kong Government Airport.
A group of burly men in black rushed into the VIP Room.
Doctor, who was waiting for his flight, looked up in puzzlement.
The man leading them was Minister Yang.
"Doctor, Little White Tiger and Old Ninth are out of prison."
His face was deathly pale. He still hadn't recovered from their terrifying presence.
Everyone said Old Eighth was wild and Old Ninth was crazy, but few had experienced it firsthand.
Little White Tiger's overpowering presence and that fierce killing intent had become a nightmare he couldn't shake.
"Weren't you told to stop them?"
The young man sitting beside Doctor looked up in displeasure.
Like a child who had done something wrong, Minister Yang lowered his head in shame. "I... I couldn't stop them."
Hundreds of cops had come to pick them up. Even with a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't have dared force them to stay.
Never mind whether he could hold them there. If a fight really broke out, an entire Police Bureau wouldn't be enough for Old Ninth to tear through.
The aura of Eight Awakenings had pressed down on him so hard that he hadn't dared move.
"Tch. A bunch of country bumpkins scared you this badly?"
Steven curled his lip and turned his head away disdainfully, making no attempt to hide his contempt for Minister Yang.
"Steven, don't be rude."
Seeing that his subordinate was losing face, Doctor closed his book and set it heavily on the table.
"Apologize to your Uncle Yang."
Doctor rebuked him expressionlessly, and only then did the young man mutter reluctantly, "Sorry."
The arrogance on his face was completely at odds with his conciliatory words.
Naturally, someone who could humiliate Minister Yang was no ordinary person.
He was Doctor's only son, as well as the