Because activating Fury had left his body exceptionally fatigued, Shen Qiang had fallen into a deep sleep that night, but the persistent ringing of the doorbell in the middle of the night eventually woke him up.
His eyes were dry and gritty, as if they were bloodshot.
He picked up his phone and found there were over a dozen missed calls. Sleepy-eyed, Shen Qiang accessed the visitor surveillance system bound to his phone and immediately saw Zhong Yongxi, Zhong Jixiang, and over a dozen men with formidable statures who clearly possessed strong cultivation, anxiously standing downstairs under the watch of seven or eight security guards.
He glanced at the time, 1:30 AM.
With eyes aching from dryness, Shen Qiang spoke with a hint of annoyance, "What do you want?"
Upon hearing Shen Qiang's voice,
Zhong Yongxi's eyes brightened, "Great Uncle Master, are you alright?"
