Zhou Ping'an was thinking about leaving the hospital to conduct a thorough investigation and find out exactly what kind of force was sticking to him like a stubborn piece of chewing gum.
In recent days, he had been hiding in the hospital under the pretext that his "Fist Technique was about to make a breakthrough and needed seclusion for cultivation," forgoing all social activities and not going to work.
Unexpectedly, the other party couldn't restrain themselves and chased him to the hospital once again.
"Could it be that the death of that transformed man in black, as well as the strength demonstrated in the Binjiang Road battle, still weren't enough to instill fear in them?"
Zhou Ping'an sensed the gardener in the flower beds, with shears in hand, leaving through the side gate, and his eyes darkened slightly.
"Buzz buzz..."
The phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
He took it out and saw it was his senior sister, Tang Tang.
He answered the call.
