“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.

his saddened eyes, overshadowed only

Nic who ruled the underworld or the powerful boss

closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again. He unclenched his

he knelt, his gaze fixed on

“Uncle Nicholas…”

aback, wanting to help him up, but Nicholas raised

uttered four words, his

anger as they glared at Melvin,

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

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

was Nicholas Thompson, who had

kneeling before his enemy in the most humiliating

provocative shake of his head, he denied

from doing so. They

the ground, kneeling like a

taking a few steps, Nicholas’ face turned pale,

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