I'm in charge!

Although the old man was beaten and taken to the hotel, he still had a calm face.

He handed the old man a cigarette and, seeing that he looked crestfallen, Adams tried to communicate: "Ex-soldiers?"

The old man nodded and said, "I've been in the army for 20 years, but I can't protect my children."

Adams was also speechless, how absurd it was that soldiers could not protect their children in a country controlled by politicians and the capital.

"What makes you say Julia wasn't a misstep, she was killed? The autopsy report is very clear."

"I'm not blind, Julia has bruises all over her body, and she doesn't walk at night..."

As a father, he knew his daughter would die at someone else's hands, not some slip into the water.

Again reassuring the old man, Adams didn't want to give him the video and the actual autopsy report, which might hurt him.

But he assured the old man that he, too, was Julia's senior and would find out anyway.

The old man is very grateful to Adams but determined to go out, only to personally find the murderer. He will be reconciled.

"I know how you feel about losing your daughter, but the hotel is the safest place to be right now. The killers are so powerful, you can't act on impulse!"

The old man regained some sense of himself, but he caught a loophole in Adams's words and took his arm. "Do you know who the murderer is? Please tell me."

To Adams's surprise, the old man's strength was so great that he could not break free.

"All right, all right, I have a suspect, but he's not a nice guy. He may have paid off the police, the medical examiner, and even the university to take his side."

He said in a husky voice, "Whoever he is, I want him to stand trial!"

Adams was also touched by the old man's determination, so he could only show him the video.

As he watched his beloved daughter being dragged out of the body bag, he was on the edge of a rampage, looking ghastly.

"Who is it? Please tell me who it is."

Adams and Margaret looked at each other, moved by the old man's persistence.

"Godard! The master of Sotoulon."

"Gorda?

The name, the old man muttered, a little distractedly.

He patted Adams's outstretched hand and said, "Thank you very much, young man. I've got my answer. I know what to do.

With that, he staggered out of Adams's suite, ignoring the tigers and lions.

Still unconvinced, Adams ran after him.

Margaret, who remained in the room, was a little worried, but the veteran Tiger comforted her and said:

"The old man is not simple. It is Gorda who should be afraid."

The lion was also a little scared. When he tried to stop the old man, the old man gave him a look that scared him away. He had only experienced the same murderous spirit in some Vietnam veterans.

Adams stopped the old man and gave the poor father a card with a million dollars on it, which the old man could use as he liked.

Adams returned just in time to hear the lion and the tiger talking. He was a little alarmed and frightened and said:

"I gave him the money. He wouldn't go to Gorda in secret."

The lion and the tiger smiled sadly. They were not sure that the old man would not do the same.

...

On the other hand, Gerda received word that the old man had been taken away by Adams.

The whole man was like a rampaging beast, breaking everything around him in anger and swearing:

"Law! It's Adams again. Why is he everywhere? He must fight me!"

"Call the most professional killer company, I want him dead! I want him dead, whoever's behind him! '

While the maid shivered, the housekeeper dialed a mysterious number.

The butler, who had more to think about than his son, spoke into the phone and said, "We need an accident. You know what to do?"

"Of course. Adams would have died in a perfect accident."