Song Gui stood motionless in the hospital corridor, his head buzzing, his lips deathly pale. It felt as though his soul had been hooked away, his legs weak and wobbly as if he might collapse at any moment.
For a minute, two minutes, three minutes, Song Gui was dazed. Then he slowly came to his senses and hurried back to the VIP ward where Song Feng and Song Bin were staying, running in a zigzagging fashion because he knew the severity of the situation. It was very likely that the Songs would never be able to turn things around in Capital City ever again.
In a twin VIP ward on the third floor, learning that Ye Chenfeng might be dead and that the Yes were about to be ruined, the people of the Songs were overjoyed. Even Song Bin, whose limbs had been crippled and genitals blown apart, managed to maintain an eerily sinister smile on his face.
