"Too arrogant."
Hei Gelun cursed angrily.
"Enough! Whatever the possibilities are, our defense system must not have a single flaw. Keep him locked down for me."
Henry narrowed his eyes and gave the order coldly.
In a hospital in York City, the pale-faced Yang Wei lay on the bed like a dead man, his legs spread in a big V and suspended in the air.
It could now be confirmed that the thing down there that had only just been cured not long ago was ruined again, and this time it was completely destroyed, with no possibility of ever being healed.
A middle‑aged man whose features resembled Yang Wei's and who carried an air of authority rushed into the ward. When he saw Yang Wei's state, his body couldn't help trembling. "Son, what happened to you this time?"
"Dad, I'm crippled again."
Seeing the middle‑aged man, Yang Wei burst into tears on the spot.
"Again…what on earth happened?"
Yang Hua stared wide‑eyed and asked.
"It was Tang Ming. He came to M Country."
