Everyone in the car was shocked.

Bianca approached cautiously, spotting dried blood beneath Drake's head. She placed her hand under his nose and detected a faint breath.

Her hand trembled, and her eyes glinted ruthlessly as she raised her foot and kicked Drake.

"Get up!" she demanded.

Lina and Zuko joined her, discovering that the factory was now empty.

"Where's the child?" Lina asked.

"Ow..." Drake groaned on the ground and struggled to get up. "Help, help... This brat!"

"Drake Dickinson!" Bianca exclaimed, exasperated.

knew Nala's whereabouts. She had accused Drake and

a complete deviation from the plan she had devised

her signaling him with her eyes. He

remembered Bianca's warning—they were supposed to pretend they didn't know each

forward and asked, "You're Drake

to meet his

Zuko persisted. "Did you and your son collaborate to kidnap

man, please don't accuse me! My son, that brat... h-he's the one! Look at my head! He hit me with

discussion would reveal too much. She looked at him

trick that it was both foolish and

they were conspiring? Is

Drake chimed in, seizing the opportunity. "Miss, my ungrateful son actually attacked me with a brick! I don't know where they've gone now... That little brat probably wanted to keep that girl

Thompsons' men had arrived by

"Uncle Ian, kindly escort Mr. Dickinson back. Attend to his injuries first, then I have some questions to ask

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