Mu Fan hadn't shaken off the dazed state he had been in by the time he returned to his apartment.
That shameless big bald head was always so flippant—could the Thunderhawk really be that hard to dispose of?
When Mu Fan got back to the dormitory, all he saw was a surprise-stricken paparazzo.
After incredulously snapping a dozen photos of Mu Fan, he finally pounced over in excitement.
"Boss Mu Fan, you're out already? They said you needed at least three days of treatment!"
Mu Fan grinned and said, "It's fine, where are the others?"
"White Hair boss went to the city. To save you, he accessed his authority, and then his family directly called him over, he left looking unwilling."
"As for Gu Yunyou, he hasn't been in the apartment since you snuck off to that martial arts competition—we've failed to contact him, and he hasn't replied to the messages."
"Is your body okay? When we saw you yesterday, we were scared to death, Harry and Wang Nuonuo were crying."
