In the past, he could balance Tristan, but now he knew that the little wolf cub had grown up. If he dealt with it too harshly, it would surely backfire.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger swirling in his chest. His deep voice still carried a trace of fury, "Was it you who did it?"
This morning, he had received news that Lorraine and Hans had been attacked to varying degrees during their transfer.
The law enforcement officers were unharmed; in fact, it could be said that the bullets that came from outside intentionally avoided them. But Lorraine and Hans had sustained injuries of different severity.
Among them, Lorraine's injuries were the most serious.
It was said that the bullet hit her chest, with only a three-centimeter difference from her heart. Fortunately, she had been lucky and was saved, and now she was in the intensive care unit for observation.