With that, Chen Xiaobei walked into the hospital carrying his stuff.
Because Elder Ming was recuperating here, Zhao Qingshan, to curry favor with Ye Shanhe, naturally arranged for guards to watch over them.
But Chen Xiaobei couldn't care less about avoiding these people. Not only did he not avoid them, he boldly walked through the main entrance with his head held high.
"What are you looking at? Not happy? Come at me!"
Noticing a guard staring at him, Chen Xiaobei coldly retorted.
The guard was so scared that his legs shook.
Kidding me!
Chen Xiaobei even dared to slap Ye Shanhe. If he was provoked, could anyone survive?
As the saying goes, the tough fear the reckless, the reckless fear the fearless. Chen Xiaobei was simply fearless!
Anyway, in three days, he would be wiped out by the Iron Fist Ancestor. He could go crazy however he wanted; no one would bother with a dying man.
"Tsk! So boring, a bunch of cowardly weaklings."
