When Zhao Qi woke up in the hospital, it was already noon the next day.
Three of his teeth had been knocked out, and one side of his cheek was so swollen that he couldn't speak. After waking up and thinking back to the previous night, what made him angriest was not the young man who had thrown the punches, for being too ruthless… but that at the most critical moment last night, the thugs he had paid a high price to hire didn't dare stand in front of him.
"Mr. Zhao... what happened last night?"
Liu Yi was keeping vigil by the bedside, sighed, and said, "How did you think to go to the old city area? It's so chaotic there, and there are no surveillance cameras. Now that something has happened... it's very hard to investigate."
Zhao Qi tried to open his mouth, and immediately felt a tearing pain on his cheek.
His expression was gloomy, and he clenched his teeth, "I ran into two drunks."
