C155 Don't Kill Me

It's funny how the world works in such mysterious ways.

As the convoy, resembling a long dragon, came to a halt, a swarm of people emerged from the vehicles and hurried toward them.

"Dad, are you okay?"

The man who approached was sharply dressed in a black suit with crisply pressed trousers. His Prada leather shoes gleamed so brightly they seemed to mirror faces.

Yet