Zhao Hai looked at pan Wanjiang. He wanted to take pan Wanjiang's hand away from his pants, but pan Wanjiang's grip was too tight. In the end, Zhao Hai had to tear his own pants and put pan Wanjiang's hand back. Then, he tidied pan Wanjiang's clothes and put him down.
He did all of this very seriously and carefully, as if pan Wanjiang was just sleeping and not dead. After he was done, Zhao Hai looked at pan Wanjiang's body and said in a deep voice, " &Quot; brother pan, I'll remember your kindness. For your sake, I won't make things difficult for the pan family. Don't worry, I, Zhao Hai, will do what I say. &Quot; Then, he reached out and closed pan Wanjiang's eyes.
Pan Wanjiang's eyes closed. Zhao Hai stood up and took a deep breath. He slowly closed his eyes. At this time, more golden light poured into his body. Then, Zhao Hai's body slowly flew up and directly flew into the hall.
