"Boss—!"
The moment Qin Fan closed the door, Zhu Houqing began to speak from behind him. But before he could finish, Qin Fan raised a hand to interrupt. "Don't. Don't say anything right now."
With his mood heavy, he moved as silently as a specter toward the intensive care unit where Li Qiuzhe was.
Outside the room, Qin Fan peered through the isolation glass. He saw Li Qiuzhe inside, receiving oxygen from a machine, surrounded by beeping instruments, and wrapped head to toe in bandages like a mummy. Qin Fan grit his teeth so hard his jaw ached. The killing intent in his eyes and the chilling aura emanating from his body surged uncontrollably.
"Damn them. They really deserve to die!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
His knuckles popped as he clenched his hands into fists. Amidst the sharp cracks, a low growl like that of a savage beast escaped through his clenched teeth.
Sensing Qin Fan's state, Wang Dalu and the other two couldn't help but shudder.
