Fang Kuohai knew something had happened outside, so he took his gun and walked out, only to be stunned on the spot. All the guests had been driven out, and his own brothers were being held hostage by outsiders.
He hadn't expected that in the blink of an eye his place would be taken over; he blamed himself for being too careless, knowing full well that Zhu Qingyuan would come after him and yet not having taken it seriously.
"Third Brother, I know it's your people. What on earth are you trying to do?" Fang Kuohai shouted.
At that moment, Zhu Qingyuan, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed in. "Little Eight, that's what I should be asking you. What are you planning to do?" Zhu Qingyuan said with a sneer.
Seeing Zhu Qingyuan in this state, Fang Kuohai suddenly froze. He hadn't seen him for a few days; how did he end up in a wheelchair, and with bones protruding from his wrist?
