Once the wound was fully treated, a subdued black Porsche slowly entered the small garden.
Shen Chi fastened the buttons of his shirt, then put on his trench coat.
He strode towards the Porsche, a cold smile playing on his face.
In the darkness, Shen Chi was like an indifferent statue, radiating an icy chill from head to toe.
The Porsche's driver was from Shen's, he hopped out of the car and nodded at Shen Chi, "No problems at all, everything's under your control, President Shen."
"Then bring him down," Shen Chi gestured at the car.
His eyes were frosty; in the dark, he remained calm and composed, his gaze firm and resolute.
The wind blew up the tails of his long coat, making him seem even more like a monarch disdainfully surveying the world.
"Okay," the driver responded and signaled to the two bodyguards inside the car.
Soon, the people in the car brought a man down.
The man was none other than Master Zuma.
