Han Jingnian acted as if he did not hear the voice from the speaker, he aimlessly addressed the fallen Zhang Te with a light comment: "Zhang Cheng, you're quite capable!"
On hearing this icy cold voice, Zhang Te instinctively shivered. He felt that Han Jingnian at the moment was far more intimidating than those who wanted him dead. He forced a smile towards Han Jingnian and weakly called out: "Boss Han…"
Han Jingnian was stern-faced, without uttering another word. He kept his head low, staring at Zhang Te, who appeared to have been heavily wounded.
Zhang Te looked as if he's been bathed in blood, his entire person was smeared with vibrant red.
If he did not recognize the man in front of him as Zhang Cheng, Han Jingnian really couldn't believe he was the same jovial man he saw at the airport just a few hours ago, bidding him goodbye with a smile.
His facial expression remained unchanged, even his eyes didn't flicker, but his hand, unseen by others, had clenched into a fist.
