“Go ahead… hit me!” Melvin spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice mumbled. “Ha… It’s futile even if you kill me! If you do… I’ll take the two of them with me to hell!”

Toph yelled, and the brothers shoved Melvin against the wall. Zuko’s pale joints and trembling hands tightened around Melvin’s neck. The inability to kill his enemy was tormenting him.

Just then, the interrogation room door swung open, allowing light to flood in. Several officers entered, urging them to stop.

Someone stood behind them.

Slowly, he walked forward, each step landing heavily on the ground. His presence weighed heavily on him.

Zuko released his grip on Melvin and turned to face the newcomer.

“Uncle Nicholas…”

Sorrow flickered across Nicholas’ exhausted face, his sideburns now peppered with silver hair strands. Zuko remembered how Nicholas’ hair had turned white overnight when he received the devastating news about Pammy 20 years ago. Although he gradually recovered, he was no longer the same majestic man.

He had lost his daughter once and regained her, only to lose her again. His hair had turned silver once more.

burned in his saddened

the Nic who ruled the underworld or the powerful boss of Sol Entertainment. He was simply a father

slowly opened

he knelt, his

“Uncle Nicholas…”

him up,

brief pause, he uttered four words, his voice

as they glared at Melvin, seething

begging you, Melvin… Where’s my daughter? Please tell me! Where

blankly at Nicholas for a long moment, blood dripping from the corner of his

was Nicholas Thompson, who had always

now, he had humbled himself, kneeling before his enemy in the most humiliating

subsided, and with a provocative shake of his head, he denied Nicholas the

but the officers intervened, preventing him from doing so. They then took

ground, kneeling like a statue,

rushed to his side, helping him up. However, after taking a few steps, Nicholas’

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