Seeing Wang Mian's call, Sun Manlou instantly became nervous.
He looked at the time on the watch again. It was already 9:20, way past the agreed time.
"Young Master Wang," Sun Manlou said with difficulty.
"You know what time it is."
"There was an accident. I'll come look for you now."
"That won't be necessary. I'm downstairs in the Shangri-La. You can just come down."
"Got it, cough, cough, cough…"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
On the phone, Wang Mian could tell that something was wrong. Under normal circumstances, Sun Manlou wouldn't be in this state.
"I met a ruthless person and fell to him."
"Even you fell?"
Wang Mian was surprised.
He knew Sun Manlou's level very well. He had already reached C-class. Even Wang Mian might not beat him. In a place like the Northeast, how could he fall to anyone else?
"How many people were there?"
"Just one."
