In the luxurious restaurant, the elevator doors slowly opened.
Zhang Tianfang looked in shock at the blood still not cleaned from the floor, feeling a bit worried inside.
But since Wang Yaoyang summoned him, how could he not come? So, he lowered his head and stepped into the restaurant.
The restaurant that once offered a panoramic view of the Provincial City's night scene was bustling on ordinary days, but today it was desolate.
Zhang Tianfang was still puzzled about why this place suddenly turned so deserted when Liu Cheng'en limped over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder: "Young Master Zhang, you're finally here."
"Liu, what happened to you?"
Zhang Tianfang curiously looked at Liu Cheng'en, whose face was pale, as if severely injured.
"It's nothing, just dealt with some minor issues, got a bit hurt, no big deal."
