Sensing something was wrong, Zheng Yan Che struggled into the bathroom one step at a time.
Half an hour later, he collapsed onto the bed, completely drained.
His body had already begun to run hot. Unable to go to the hospital and explain the humiliating cause, he could only buy some fever medicine online.
He kept putting it off like this and ended up sick for several days.
Seeing how unwilling he was to go, Yan Ningke did not force him, but insisted on taking him home now.
Zheng Yan Che also felt he had reached his limit, so he agreed and let him help him into the car.
Gunshots rang out at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Y Country. In a Range Rover nearby, Wen Shaoyu lounged arrogantly in the back seat, toying with a Browning in his left hand as he rested with his eyes closed.
A ring of bodyguards stood watch around the car. Their nerves were taut when they suddenly heard a soft laugh.
The bodyguards' hair practically stood on end!
Who was that! What the hell! Show yourself!
After looking all around, they discovered that the culprit was their own troublesome young master.
The bodyguards: "..."
Wen Shaoyu had run out of patience. He clicked his tongue, lowered the window, and snapped, "A bunch of useless idiots! You can't even deal with this handful of people!"
If they held up his plans, he would shoot every last one of them!
With his forceful intervention, the battle soon ended.
The enemy leader was still running his mouth, trying to negotiate. Without so much as looking at him, Wen Shaoyu gave him a bullet.
"Hurry it up. Stop wasting my time."
He was busy.
A private plane landed on a manor's airstrip. A figure