The violent jolting inflicted massive trauma on Ma Lin. In other words, that one kick had killed him.
His subordinates had no idea. They only wanted to quickly carry the man out, report to their Young Master, and then rush Ma Lin to the hospital.
"Young—Young Master!"
"There's been an accident, Young Master!"
Just as they exited the Zero Degree Cinema, the two men sprinted toward the commercial van where Zou Wendong was, shouting with all their might.
Hmm?
Zou Wendong furrowed his brow, lowered the tablet in his hand, and turned to look out the window. Instantly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Ma Lin might have just been one of my dogs, but as the saying goes, you have to see who the owner is before you beat the dog! No matter how bad he was, he was still my dog!
Zou Wendong pushed open the car door and stepped out. His cold eyes swept over the two men running toward him as he asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened?"
