"Lai Tianming, what are you doing here?" Liu Chen parked his motorcycle and asked with confusion.
The person who had come was none other than Lai Tianming, dressed in lavish clothes, yet unable to mask the disarray in his heart. There were bloodstains in his hair and his right hand was wrapped in gauze.
Liu Chen could even smell a faint scent of blood.
Lai Tianming dropped to the ground with a thump, his voice hoarse as he said, "Brother Liu, please save me, save my family clan."
Liu Chen's brows furrowed, sensing trouble. "Brother Lai, please get up; we can discuss whatever it is that's troubling you."
"No, Brother Liu, I won't get up until you promise me," Lai Tianming stubbornly remained kneeling, making it difficult for Liu Chen to pull him up.
"Brother Lai, aren't you being unreasonable?" Liu Chen was a little annoyed.
"I have no choice but to resort to this," said the scion of a great family in the capital. If it weren't for dire straits, he would never kneel and beg.
