Another person said, "I'm not sure, I've already sent someone to check. Xiaotu, is the computer ready? That woman might be a cop or a reporter."
Xiaotu replied, "Almost ready."
A woman's voice said, "Mr. Zhou, are you okay? Do you really not need to go to the hospital? You've lost a lot of blood."
The first voice replied, "What hospital? Do you want to make a big deal out of this? What kind of person did you guys find for me? And where's Brother Apple? Dammit, he looks exactly like a cop, who else could be that brutal?"
You Mingxu pushed the door open, and everyone inside was taken aback.
There were five people in the room. A middle-aged man in a Tang suit sat on the sofa, his forehead bandaged and his body covered in some blood. A beautiful woman in her thirties was tending to his wounds. Two men in their thirties or forties stood next to them, one slim with glasses, the other chubby, but both had a similar fierce look on their faces.
