"Send her to the hospital. It's not too late now. But if you delay any more…" The old doctor's voice trembled as he begged them.
"Get lost!" The tattooed man did not fall for it. He cursed and kicked him away.
Then, he turned to someone and impatiently asked, "You haven't called Master Luke yet?"
The others shook their heads weakly.
"No, I can't reach Young Master Luke."
"Me too. I haven't been able to contact anyone since I spoke to him last night."
"I've called seven or eight times. Young Master Luke's cell phone is switched off."
One of them grew suspicious. He looked at the tattooed man with worry. "Brother, did something happen to Young Master Luke? Otherwise, how could we have lost contact with him?"
The tattooed man frowned and did not answer him for a moment.
