A day later.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth returned to the Guan Residence, utterly exhausted.
They had searched the entire hotel but still found no trace of that brat.
Chang He seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Old Man Chang was just as anxious.
His son's inexplicable disappearance had already led him to suspect someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.
The problem was that he couldn't contact Chang He.
Inside the reception room.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth stared at the Chang father and son with murder in their eyes.
Guan Lei stood between the two sides, seemingly casually, trying to block their murderous intent.
"Enough. Stop fucking glaring. Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
Old Guan snapped irritably, "A whole person just disappeared like that? And you call yourselves fucking bandits? If bandits worked like you, they'd have starved to death long ago."
"Old man, that's not fair." Hi Dog retorted indignantly, "If Lei hadn't stopped us, we'd have chopped Chang He to pieces already."
"Ahem."
Old Man Chang gave two light coughs, his expression dark.
He was still right here, and they were talking about chopping up his son?
"What? Got a sore throat? Go to the hospital, then."
Smoking a cigarette, Bone shot back resentfully, "You said you came to invest, so we treated you to good food and drink. We put up with Chang He causing trouble. Now he's fucking gotten Big Bear killed and crippled Yixiu, and instead of giving us an explanation, you're fucking coughing. Trying to remind us you're here?"
Bang, bang, bang.
The old man slammed the table hard.
"All of you, fucking settle down. The priority now is finding him."
"Old Chang and I have reached an agreement. Chang He will go to the First War Zone for