The voice of Zhang Xiaokui came through the phone, but it sounded extremely weak.
Xia Liang frowned and asked, "Where are you? I'm on my way."
"We're outside the house..."
Xia Liang immediately hung up, started the car, and floored the gas pedal, the vehicle shooting forward with a WHOOSH. A journey that usually took the better part of an hour was completed in less than five minutes. By the time they arrived, Xue Ren was pale from Xia Liang's terrifying driving.
"How is he?"
Xia Liang saw the two women and a security guard helping Zhang Xiaokui into Su Qianyun's villa and hurried over.
"Brother, I'm fine. I just scraped my head a little," Xiao Kui said with a simple smile. His forehead was wrapped in a towel that was already soaked red with blood.
Just then, Xia Liang noticed that the feng shui of his own villa had turned green. A dark, inky green.
That old bastard actually played a trick on me!
