Leaving Ji Xiaohong's house, Li Qiang started Ji Xiaohong's car and rushed towards the supermarket with a million in cash.
The sound of a sudden brake was heard, and after parking the car, Li Qiang dashed out and quickly ran towards the 24-hour supermarket. He pushed open the warehouse door and charged inside.
Although there were many people inside, it was eerily quiet. It was clear that due to the Monk's involvement, the place had closed early.
After glancing at the ferocious-looking people, Li Qiang slowly walked inside with the suitcase. As he reached the center, he saw the Monk lying on the ground, beaten and bloodied. Sitting in a chair next to him was a middle-aged man in a black suit.
"Clap, clap..."
The middle-aged man clapped and said, "Such deep brotherly affection, I'm truly touched. If I had brothers like you, I would be so proud."
Li Qiang frowned, looked at the Monk lying on the ground, and said, "How is he?"
