"ColdBlood, take a team and search the nearby houses one by one. I'll stay here and protect Dean. Report to me immediately if anything happens," Gilbert ordered coldly.
In a situation like this, Dean had followed along, it was only natural that his own son came first.
He had to ensure Dean's safety first. As for Adam, he'd already brought people to rescue him. That should be enough.
ColdBlood nodded and led five young men toward the houses at once.
Mike glanced at Gilbert's calm, indifferent demeanor and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
This man... Dean was his son, but didn't Adam count too?
"You were shouting so loudly earlier about wanting to come and help with the rescue," Gilbert sneered as he stared coldly at Mike, who was huddled in the dark with his dyed hair tousled by the wind. A trace of mockery danced in his eyes. "So what now? Lost your nerve?"
