Yun Mo's fingers were frantically caressing Yun Sisi's palm. While he worried for his daughter, he turned back to look at Chen Ziqian, who was stained with fresh blood, and furrowed his brow tightly, "Adma, take little Chen to the hospital first."
"But BOSS," Adma was worried he wouldn't be able to handle it alone, but Yun Mo made a decisive command, "Take him to the hospital, I can handle this."
Adma also roughly sized up the five men surrounding them, gauging their strength, and realizing they were indeed no match for the big BOSS, he then carried the nearly unconscious Chen Ziqian away from the desolate mountain path.
"Daddy." Yun Sisi was rubbing Yun Mo's palm anxiously, "What happened to Ziqian?"
"He's fine." Yun Mo clasped his daughter's hand, his other arm wrapping around her from behind to hold her close. "Tell daddy, what exactly happened to your eyes?"