Meanwhile, inside a luxurious villa beside East Lake in Wucheng.
A sinister-looking man in his thirties lay shirtless on a poolside lounge chair, leisurely enjoying the chilled grapes two young models with voluptuous figures fed him.
Suddenly, a subordinate in a black suit hurried out of the villa, bent down, and whispered urgently in his ear.
"Young master... word just came from the hospital. Song Guoan... they managed to save him..."
"What?!"
The ease vanished from the sinister man's face. He shoved aside the model beside him and abruptly sat up, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"How is that possible?! Didn't you say you saw that truck knock his car off the overpass with your own eyes?!"
His voice seethed with fury, frightening both models pale. They scrambled away in a panic.
The suited man shuddered under his terrifying presence, lowering his head fearfully and not daring to answer.
The sinister man stared at him for several seconds before slowly reining in his anger.
He waved a hand to tell the suited man not to panic, and a cruel sneer returned to his face.
"That bastard really is hard to kill."
He picked up a towel from beside him and wiped his hands. His tone was flat, yet carried a murderous intent that sent chills down the spine.
"If the fall couldn't kill him, we'll find another way."
"Send someone to the hospital tonight. I don't want to hear a single report that he's still alive tomorrow morning."
"Song Guoan must die!"
Night shrouded all of Wucheng like thick ink that would not dissolve.
Outside the ICU at Tongji Hospital, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
After emergency treatment, Song Guoan had been transferred to intensive care. Although he was temporarily out of immediate danger, he remained unconscious