Indra looked up, meeting the gaze of the lake above.

"Is he really my father?"

A father who doesn't care whether his child gets hurt or not?

Bian Hu: "Of course it's your father. You should decide soon whether you want to come back with me."

Di Shi smiled wickedly and said, "Of course I choose... not to go back."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Indra found the weakest point in the defenses and broke through the encirclement.

It's impossible to leave here now.

Bianhu had anticipated that Dishi would choose to escape, and since Dishi had already made his choice, he would not show any mercy.

A figure blocked Indra's path and immediately attacked him.

In a short while, Di Shi had exchanged no less than several hundred blows with Bian Hu.

Indra's forehead was covered in a thick layer of sweat, clearly indicating that he was struggling.

Bian Hu is not an assassin, but his skills are no less than those of an assassin. He is better suited to protecting people than killing.

The bodyguards caught up with Di Shi and surrounded him, awaiting Bianhu's instructions.

Bianhu stopped. "I'll give you one last chance. Will you come with me willingly, or will I beat you until you can't move before taking you back?"

Indra's bangs were soaked with sweat and hung down his forehead.

His eyes were filled with mockery. "Heh, then we'll see if you can bring me back alive!"

Bianhu raised his hand and waved it down, and the bodyguards swarmed forward to capture Di Shi.

This time, Bianhu did not take action but watched from the sidelines.

But as long as he was there, Indra could not escape the airport.

Surrounded, Indra treated his bodyguards with deadly force, showing no mercy.

A bodyguard had his throat slashed by a knife and collapsed instantly.

The more Indra killed, the more envious he became. They dared not take his life, and that was his advantage.

A punch landed on a bodyguard's shoulder blade. The bodyguard clutched his shoulder in pain, his arm dangling down, the bone in his shoulder blade broken.

Bodyguards fell one after another, and few remained.

They still have fighting power, and there are only a few dozen bodyguards standing there.

Blood kept flowing from Indra's body, and the blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground.

Bian Hu said coldly, "Stop."

The bodyguards stopped, and Di Shi only stopped after dealing with the two bodyguards beside him.

bodyguard:"……"

Bianhu hadn't expected Dishi to act so petty. "You... are not bad."

Indra wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his arms and hands were also stained with blood, and there was nowhere clean to wipe it, so he had to give up.

"You flatter me, you flatter me."

Bianhu stopped wasting words with Di Shi and took action immediately.

Di Shi blocked Bian Hu's punches one after another; in the quiet airport, only the sounds of fists and feet colliding could be heard.

The once noisy airport became deserted during the fight between Indra and Sakra.

Indra was already injured, and Bianhu deliberately targeted the injured area to attack him. It was...shameless.

Bianhu kicked Dishi in the chest, sending him flying. Dishi crashed into a pillar at the airport before coming to a stop.

Indra coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest, and lay on the ground.

He looked at the blurry figure by the lake, his eyes somewhat unfocused, a symptom of impending unconsciousness.

Bian Hu walked up to Di Shi, squatted down, and said, "Wouldn't it be better to come back with me and be a young master? Why do you insist on becoming Di Chenxiao's lackey?"

Indra's exposed skin was completely stained with blood, some of it from others, and some of it from himself.

“Bianhu…with your skills and abilities…you could leave him, so why are you willing to stay by his side and risk your life for him?”

Bianhu remained silent.

Because both of them gave the same answer: to repay a debt of gratitude and to express their thanks.

Bian Hu stood up, looked down at the person lying on the ground, and said, "Take him away."