"Grandma!" I rushed forward.

Her body couldn't handle this kind of abuse! But before I could get close, a gun pressed against my temple, a warning.

"Sergei!" The middle-aged man seemed reluctant to intervene, but something made him hesitate. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Collins is just worried about her grandmother. Don't pull your gun at every little thing."

"Yes, sir." The gun at my head withdrew.

But looking at K, every hair on ...