Zhang Sheng returned to the place where he was monitoring them and learned that the Huang family had already been rescued.
That Huang fellow, who had been on the verge of death and lying in his sickbed with more breath leaving than entering, should not have had more than a few days left. Yet he had recovered again and could even get out of bed and walk. The old fellow really had a tough life.
Zhang Sheng knew exactly how heavy the palm strike Young Master Zhang Buhui had delivered to the old man had been. And after all the taunting and provocation afterward, it had already been a blessing from Heaven that the old man had not dropped dead on the spot. He had never expected him to be able to get out of bed now. That damned saying was right: an old man who refused to die was a thief!
The rest of the Huang family were the same. Several of them had even been personally dealt with by him. Especially when he had followed Zhang Buhui into the Huang residence, he naturally had to show what he could do, so he had struck rather heavily.
Other than not beating them to death on the spot, anyone he had attacked should have been lying in bed, barely breathing as they waited to die.
Yet unexpectedly, those people were gradually recovering as well.
Damn it, the fellow who had come was actually this capable. He had saved everyone in the Huang family with a single intervention. He was indeed somewhat formidable.
Through the listening equipment, Zhang Sheng paid close attention, wanting to hear exactly where this fellow named Chen Mo had come from.
As the Zhang family's external liaison, he had always been cautious.
When considering benefits, he naturally