About fifteen minutes had passed, and the noise inside the room had gradually diminished.
Xiao Chen had just finished a cigarette, flicked the butt onto the ground, when the door behind him opened.
Zhang Hongfeng emerged with bloodshot eyes and a face full of anger, while his tightly clenched fist was dripping with blood.
This blood on his fist...
Clearly belonged to those two clueless guys inside the room.
"All taken care of?"
Xiao Chen asked indifferently.
Zhang Hongfeng nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Xiao."
"Unnecessary!"
Xiao Chen curled his lip: "Let's go!"
Zhang Hongfeng also felt his thanks were somewhat superfluous; if he were to express gratitude, there was not just this instance for which he needed to thank Xiao Chen.
It could be said that Zhang Hongfeng's current strength, and even his transformed life, were all gifts from Xiao Chen!
"Mr. Xiao, I can go back by myself."
Zhang Hongfeng did not want to trouble Xiao Chen with driving him to Mrs. Juan's.
