"Dad, don't let him get away!" the little girl cried out nervously, her voice high-pitched and childlike.
Wu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't worry. In my presence, no one is favored by the Goddess of Fortune. No one can escape."
"Okay." The little girl trusted her father and gave a sweet hum of agreement.
The leader of the mercenaries also tried to jump out of the window, but in the blink of an eye, the old man shoved him aside. "Go to hell, you idiot!"
The old man was incredibly fast; no sprint champion, not even a cheetah, could match his explosive burst of speed. He had already smashed through the wooden window frame and leaped outside, a cold sneer on his face. "Too late, you're too late... We'll meet again, Martial Emperor of the Dragon Country."
"Meet again?" Wu Tian scoffed. He simply stretched out his hand and gave a sharp pull.
