"Stay right there, you bastard. Just a moment ago, you were playing the pitiful patient, claiming you were too debilitated to even stand. You said you needed me to assist you even in the restroom. How come you're suddenly so sprightly now? Stop right there…"
At that moment, inside the grand hall of Fuhua International Hotel.
Wuzun's injured finger had been given a simple treatment, but fresh blood was still slowly seeping through.
His finger was crushed by that bald guy, and likely could not be reattached.
Huang Li Yin was still sitting there, engrossed in her newspaper. She was elegantly beautiful, with striking facial features - indescribably pretty.
The bald guy who had just thrown a dagger had taken a seat nearby; his head was down playing with his little toy dagger.
But he stole a glance in Wuzun's direction, laughing with a ferocious grin on his face.
A vivid phoenix tattoo adorned his head, enhancing his liveliness.
Wuzun was quietly sitting there.
