By ten o'clock, the red sun had completely risen, and the number of tourists in the West Lake Scenic Spot had increased.
Due to its secluded location and the presence of a private club barrier on the road leading to the club, the West Lake Club did not have any tourists rashly entering.
About three kilometers from the West Lake Club, Situ Haotian and Xiao Jiu were waiting for reinforcements.
"Young Master Haotian, are you all right?"
The burly man from the Dong Hai Gang's Hanghu branch, who came to retrieve Situ Haotian, saw a wound on Situ Haotian's arm with blood dyeing the sleeve red and asked with concern.
"It's nothing, Xiao Jiu is more seriously injured than I am. Go help him," Situ Haotian allowed the man to support him while he spoke weakly to another burly man.
As Situ Haotian had said, Xiao Jiu's injuries were indeed more severe.
