The tables, chairs, and other furniture had been smashed into pieces. The broken porcelain pieces scattered all over the floor. Apart from the bed, everything else in the room had been completely destroyed.
In the room, besides Long Fei and the two other middle-aged men, there was also a white-haired old man standing by the bed with trembling hands.
"Uncle Wu, Uncle Qin, quickly tie Father to the bed!" Long Xueyao decisively ordered. Long Fei's current situation would not only hurt others, but also himself.
Wu Run and Qin Qiong were the Deputy Heads of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps. They immediately tied Long Fei to the bed according to Long Xueyao's instructions.
Long Fei, who was now tied up, was still raging. His hands and feet were bound, but he kept on roaring. That hideous appearance made it difficult for people to associate him with the calm and amiable Long Fei she saw at noon.
