"Teng Hui!"
Seeing Zheng Tenghui's face swollen and bruised, his nose bleeding continuously, and his eyes shut tight in unconsciousness, Zheng Junyan panicked. The man's life was hanging by a thread, so he rushed him to the hospital.
While Zheng Tenghui was undergoing emergency treatment, Han Ling, who had been waiting for an entire day and night in the upscale clubhouse, finally realized that something was amiss.
What's going on? Is it really worth wasting so much time to deal with a nobody like Qin Lin?
He made several calls to the hook-nosed expert, but he couldn't get through.
With his right eyelid twitching uncontrollably, Han Ling shot a cold glance at Song Li. "Go check the surveillance around the Qiantang Grand Hotel immediately, starting from the time I sent him out yesterday!"
"Understood."
