"Lord Qin!"
"Lord Qin!"
"Lord Qin!"
At the entrance to the hospital, when Qin Fan stopped, dozens of voices cried out in unison. But these voices were consumed by overwhelming fear. They had no idea why Qin Fan had summoned them. Moreover, his bold and domineering demand that they kneel revealed that the situation was far from simple. When faced with the unknown, human nature often defaults to fear and unease, especially now that they were facing Qin Fan.
"Look around. See who's missing," he said, his voice soft and ethereal. Yet, this lightness sent a chill down every man's spine.
"Lord Qin, Nine Fingers from East City isn't here!" one of the bosses hastily called out just as Qin Fan finished speaking.
"Good. Nine Fingers, is it?" Qin Fan nodded coldly. "If he lives to see tomorrow's sun, I'll write my name backward. Continue. Don't even think about covering for anyone. The consequences are more than you can bear."
"Lord Qin, Li the Cripple!"
"Lord Qin, Jin Yasheng!"
