I flinch as I saw a man who kicked Naid in the stomach.
He is lying on the ground with a young man underneath him.
Blood drops on the land that he is cultivating.
“Where is your storage!” A man with a thick eyebrow screams at the top of his lungs while looking at Naid with fierce eyes.
The man at his back smirked at Naid.
“You are a tough old man!” One of the men pulled the young man underneath him, and a sharp stone touched his neck.
Naid trembled as fear wants to escape his eye though his face are void of emotions.
For Naid, this situation is not new to him. However, things will be different if Roan, his grandchild, will be harmed.
“Where is it?” His hand clenched tighter with his sharp eyes glaring at Naid.
The sharp object that touches Roan’s skin is starting to draw a red line.
Naid unconsciously swallowed, the blood and sweat united as it falls to the ground.
“There.”
I gasped as Naid points his finger at the cave not so far from them.