In the aftermath of a scene resembling a police raid, an Audi A8 screeched to a halt outside the chess and card room.
Clad in a tailored shirt, Bao Qiudong stormed out with a livid expression. He strode hastily toward the entrance.
"On Jinling turf, someone dares to lay a hand on a relative of the Bo Family! How ballsy! Fucking ballsy!"
He had not even appeared, but his voice, brimming with towering rage, echoed in from outside the hall.
SWISH—!
Aside from Qin Fan, everyone in the hall whipped their heads around to look.
They saw an ashen-faced Bao Qiudong striding in, followed by two burly bodyguards.
"Young Master Bao, Young Master Bao! Master Fu is bleeding badly, he can't hold on much longer!" Jiang Tao shouted the moment he saw him, as if grasping a lifeline.
He's bleeding badly? Can't hold on?
Hearing this, Bao Qiudong's eyes widened. He ignored Jiang Tao, anxiously rushing toward Li Guofu, who was pinned under Qin Fan's foot.
