Inside a luxurious three-story villa, lights blazed brightly. This villa was unlike others; it resembled a small estate with a vast expanse of land.
This was a stronghold of the Four Seas Gang, where many of the gang's elites conducted business between the inland and Baowan.
Yet today, the small estate-like villa was filled with weapon-carrying servants, each with a stern face and a tense expression.
Liu Bin lay on a bed inside the house, his body wrapped in white bandages, his face twisted in pain. Standing by his bedside were about a dozen middle-aged men with somber expressions.
A doctor stood up, his face somewhat despondent. A middle-aged man in a black Tang suit saw this and felt a jolt in his heart, then pulled the doctor aside.
"Old Tang, tell me, how bad are Xiao Bin's injuries?" the middle-aged man took a deep breath.
