He struck a match and lit a cigarette for himself. "They say a troublemaker lives a thousand years," he muttered. "That kid has been mischievous since he was little; he's tough. He definitely wouldn't just throw his life away like that."
Although his nephew was quite a handful and rebellious, he was a person with a strong sense of justice. When they were in Beijing, the old man used to send him to train with the military every year. While his skills might not have been exceptional, self-preservation was surely not an issue for him. However, thinking about Wei Zijia being with him, he couldn't help but lose the confidence he'd just felt. He dared not imagine what would happen if the kid really lost his life in the mountains—how could his own father, his brother, and sister-in-law bear it? As his uncle, how could he ever face his family again? He prayed in his heart, hoping the Huo Family kid wouldn't let him down.
