"Boss, a man claiming to be your senior brother, named Yang Liang, is here. He's seriously injured, on the brink of death, and says he has something important to tell you!"
The call was from Qian Rong. Though it was only a few short sentences, the words struck Zhou Fan's mind like a thunderclap.
Zhou Fan drove to Divan as fast as he could. Qian Rong and the others were already waiting, and they rushed him to the room where Yang Liang was staying.
Inside the room, Yang Liang lay motionless on the bed. A thick aura of death permeated the air, causing Zhou Fan to frown.
'This aura of death is so thick... He must be hanging on by a thread. And the only thing keeping him alive is probably the last shred of willpower deep in his soul.'
With a grim expression, Zhou Fan walked to Yang Liang's side. He reached out, placing his palm over Yang Liang's Dantian to assess his internal condition. Only then did Zhou Fan allow himself to breathe a small sigh of relief.
