Stinson POV.

"Daddy, help! They're going to hurt me, and they caught Mommy ..."

Yanni ran over and lunged into my arms, his finger pointing at a group of people not far away.

This usual cold and aloof child was shouting and crying in my arms, looking frightened.

Those bastards!

"Get them!" I picked Yanni up with one hand and ordered loudly.

"Yes, President!"

Dozens of men in black heard the order, and they rushed towards the direction Yanni pointed out just now. Those people saw them coming and tried to escape, but there was no way they could escape. My people had surrounded the whole kindergarten and blocked all...