He was lying on the Taishi chair a little tired. Ziya, who was looking at the screen, suddenly showed a surprised smile./www
He pressed a red communication button in front of him: "Attention, there is an intruder near the dead house, please zoom in on the surveillance screen."
Directly in front of him, there were countless LCD monitors, which continuously displayed the nearby various surveillance images.
I saw one of the scenes being called up, and the people in it who were constantly approaching the death house were none other than Young Master Di and several of his men.
Mr. Yan was pressing his temples when his eyes suddenly fell on the enlarged surveillance screen, and he stood up in shock.[
"Ziya, don't hurt him." When Mr. Yan saw Ziya's finger about to press a certain button, he quickly stopped him.
Ziya frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Mr. Yan.
"Grandpa, what they are approaching is the House of Death."
The meaning behind his words is, those who approach the house of death will die! There are some secrets that must not be known to outsiders.
"That's my grandson!" Mr. Yan said hurriedly: "My most proud grandson!"
Ziya was silent and her eyes stayed on the screen for a few seconds. Then, she grabbed the communication device and slowly narrowed her eyebrows and said:
"Send someone to the area near the House of Death. Don't let anyone get close. If necessary, drive away those who trespass without harming their lives."
"Yes, my subordinate will go right away." There was a deep voice from the other side, and the communication was cut off.
Ziya turned around and looked at Mr. Yan, "Grandpa, this is the only thing I can do."
"Thank you!" Mr. Yan sat back on the Grand Master's chair again, and Emperor Yan flashed a hint of hurt that could not be concealed.
There were some things that he couldn't let anyone know, especially Little Didi. He was afraid that Little Didi would find out the cause of his parents' death.
He swore that it was really just an accident. If he knew that his son was also in the car, he would never do it.
Regretful, he would stare at photos of his son in a daze every time he calmed down over the years.
Who can bear it when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift?
"How's the recent progress?" After calming down, he took the cup of hot tea that Ziya handed him, took two sips, and then asked.
Ziya shook her head in frustration: "There is still no significant progress."
He has been researching it since his master's generation, and has continued to study it for decades, but still cannot develop a specific drug.
And he has spent five years on this.
"Perhaps, we should give up." Mr. Yan sighed.[
Ziya clenched her fists: "No, I will never give up, I will definitely succeed. I will definitely do it!"
[Amen, prepare to throw a small landmine. Whoever it hits will be the one who gets hit. It’s just a landmine. Let me remind you first. Flash]