"The biometric iris system, huh..."
"Is it your eyes, or your son's? It couldn't be your grandson's, after all, he doesn't even know the password to this place."
"Or, should we just take them all out?"
Lu Xining's calm yet serious examination of her eyes made Zhou Ni Juan's scalp tingle as if she were pondering how to extract her eyeballs.
It was unclear whose iris matched the vault door lock, and Lu Xining's look at her was more like viewing an inanimate object.
Zhou Zhenqing had brought many people with him, and the sound of fighting continued to echo.
Frightened to the point where her heart almost stopped, Zhou Ziyue placed all her hopes on her own brother.
Feng Suli, seeing her son collapse on the ground, hurried over to help him up. "Awang, are you alright? Don't scare mommy!"
Zhou Jiawang brushed off her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards Lu Xining.
"Ningning, this time it's my Zhou Family's fault."
Lu Xining ignored his words.