Lai Er stared at the scene in a daze, his old face twisted with rage.
This little punk was none other than his own nephew, Lai Xiaohu.
Han Jianren couldn't get anything from the police after making a fuss, so he sent his men out to gather information from various sources, and immediately got the news.
After all, he'd been running things in West Capital City for years; whether at the police station or on the streets, he had eyes and ears everywhere.
As luck would have it, after Qin Feng broke Lai Xiaohu's wrist, Lai Xiaohu went to a small clinic for treatment.
At that time, there happened to be another punk getting his wounds bandaged. Because he glanced at Lai Xiaohu one extra time, he ended up getting beaten up by Lai Xiaohu and his men.
You could see this kind of thing all the time on the street—both sides getting into a fight over a look, just the kind of brainless troublemaking young punks get up to.
