In the hospital, Teng Qianzhang lay in bed, wrapped up like a mummy, a vicious gleam in his eyes.
Teng Xiaofeng knelt before the bed, kowtowing repeatedly. "Uncle, it's all my fault. I got you into this."
Who asked you to be so stupid? Making threats on the spot like that... If you wanted revenge, you didn't have to announce it to his face.
"Get out!" Teng Qianzhang roared.
Stumbling, Teng Xiaofeng ran out, his face a picture of grief and indignation. Zhang Bin, you stole my woman and crippled my uncle. I'll make sure you die without a proper grave!
Lying on another bed in the ward, Zuo Haonan wore a cautious expression. His gaze shifted to Teng Qianzhang's face as he asked carefully, "Elder Teng, about Zhang Bin… just how many meridians do you think he has opened?"
He wanted revenge, but first, he had to gauge Zhang Bin's true strength.
