Ji Ziming's voice was cold and he exuded a chilly aura. Old master Qu, who was lying on the hospital bed, did not dare to say anything else. He only looked at Ji Ziming quietly and said in a heavy voice, "Mr Ji, if you say this, won't I be seeing Hades soon?"
"If you want to see him, you can see him in the next second."
The corners of Ji Ziming's lips curled up as he looked at the medical equipment beside him with an even colder gaze.
"What are you going to do?"
Old master Qu saw Ji Ziming's eyes looking at the medical equipment. The coldness in his eyes seemed to be able to pierce through all the fear and he could not help but be shocked. Ji Ziming, who was standing before him, was someone whom everyone in the capital respected.
"Forget about offending him, the capital and the hospital were Ji Ziming's territory. Who would not dare to say more?" Old master Qu thought to himself.
