At this moment, Bai Yu was truly in despair.
Before this, he'd still been thinking, even if he ended up going in, he'd at least drag Zhang Fan down with him.
That way, he could at least be considered to have avenged his son Bai Jun.
But now, he'd lost!
Right now, Bai Yu felt the world before his eyes was entirely gray, without a single hint of color!
His son was dead!
Not only had he failed to avenge him, he'd even gotten himself dragged into it.
"No no no!"
Next second, Bai Yu screamed.
Then he yanked out his phone and directly dialed Bai Le's number.
"Dad, save me! Save me! I can't die!"
Bai Yu's voice was incomparably shrill!
He believed Bai Le definitely had a way.
The Bai Family had been building themselves up in the Capital City for so many years—what's a few people dying, what's some expired drugs.
As long as his old man was willing to pull some strings, there'd absolutely be no problem.
