“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.

Deep-seated resentment burned in his saddened eyes, overshadowed only by the pain of losing

underworld or the powerful boss of Sol Entertainment. He was simply

slowly opened them

then, he knelt, his gaze fixed on

“Uncle Nicholas…”

help him up, but Nicholas raised his

uttered four words, his voice quivering,

eyes blazed with anger as they

Where’s my daughter? Please tell me!

long moment, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. Then,

Nicholas Thompson, who had always

kneeling before his enemy in the most

provocative shake of his head, he denied Nicholas the answers

from doing

kneeling like a statue,

helping him up. However, after taking a

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