The amusement park was still in chaos. Mo Nanjue held his son and slipped into the crowd, knowing their target was Chennchenn, and that once captured, it would be very hard to come back.
He was severely injured, with the bones in his back and right hand feeling as if they were broken. Even with all his might, he moved slowly. Mo Yaochenn clung to his shoulder, "Dad, are you in pain?"
Mo Nanjue squinted slightly, his vision blurred by the blood on his forehead. He casually grabbed a hat from a nearby stall and put it on his head, "I'm not in pain."
"But Dad, there's blood..."
"It's nothing, even a scratch can bleed," Mo Nanjue raised his hand to hold his head, "Close your eyes, didn't you remember what I said?"
