At this moment, the middle-aged man's sinister gaze was terrifying, causing the temperature in the entire VIP hospital room to plummet. It was not hard to fathom his anger; his only son was crippled and became a vegetative state, who wouldn't be furious?
"President, it's not... it's not that we don't want to help the young master, but the person was truly formidable. Preliminary guesses suggest he might be a martial cultivator. Even if we intervened, the outcome would remain the same!" Scarface trembled as he spoke. "President, you can ask Fang Qiang. He got his arm twisted right off by the opponent with a mere glance!"
"So, you abandoned the young master and fled on your own?" The middle-aged man coldly snorted, his gaze remained icy, making Scarface and the others tremble. The middle-aged man continued, "What use is there in me keeping you around? With the young master in such a state, you all must pay with your lives!"
