Ten minutes later, Blondie had become unrecognizable, and Zhan Qipei finally stopped kicking. His gaze shifted and fell upon the trembling delinquents.
One particularly timid guy, upon being stared down by Zhan Qipei, was so terrified that he wet himself on the spot.
Tang Yan approached, "Boss, leave the rest to us."
"Mm." Zhan Qipei nodded, straightening his clothes.
He then took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Want some late-night snack? I'm outside."
The tone of his voice was so gentle it could drip water.
It was completely different from his bloodthirsty demeanor moments before, as if he had transformed from Yama Raja to a different person entirely.
Tang Yan smacked his lips and instructed his bodyguards to start cleaning up the "trash."
The scene shifts.
Inside the hospital room.
Qiao Jing furrowed her delicate brows, thinking about the thugs, and made a phone call to Xu Moqian.
"Did you find those people?"
