The next day.
Due to frustration, Qin Hao didn't sleep well.
Early in the morning, he was watching TV with dark circles under his eyes.
"What a pity, I was just a little short!"
Even after so long, Qin Hao couldn't forget about last night's events.
The morning news on the local TV station was still dominated by the crackdown on the "crime syndicate."
Judging by the scope of the coverage, the downfall of the Shark Gang must have had a significant impact.
Qin Hao never expected that something he casually did would cause such a big stir.
A call came in, and seeing it was from Chen Ruohao, Qin Hao answered, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Old Chen, you call at this time every day. Can't you let me rest a bit more?"
"Hehe, a great hero can still sleep soundly?"
Qin Hao smacked his lips, "If by 'great hero' you mean me winning the sprint championship, let's forget about it. After all, that was a while ago."
