Nan Mufeng nodded slowly, "Don't make a fuss."
"Understood..." Tang Haishu hurriedly said.
The sound of the ambulance grew closer. Nan Mufeng turned and walked away, and Tang Haishu also lost consciousness.
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In the distant Ice Country, the time zone was exactly opposite to Jiangcheng. It was noon there.
Feng Huang sat in a luxurious villa, his left hand wrapped in bandages, Shen Yu had just finished changing his dressing. In just four years, Shen Yu's hair had turned completely white.
The transformation from silver to white wasn't that distinct. The former had a shiny gloss, the latter looked malnourished.
If you looked closer, you'd notice several deep wrinkles at the corners of Shen Yu's eyes, clearly inconsistent with his age.
"My hand cannot be crippled," Feng Huang said coldly. Facing his old teammate, he showed not a shred of pity. Now he was the exalted leader!
Shen Yu silently nodded.
