Leading the group was Liu Chan, followed by a tall, shirtless man with a fierce Cyan Dragon tattooed on his chest, and about fifty lackeys trailing behind him.
Each of those fifty lackeys looked like formidable fighters.
Arriving at the door of room 708, Liu Chan first glanced at Wang Kuang and Huang Pan-yi with a cold voice asking, "You two, also here to trouble this kid?"
"That's right, and you are?" Wang Kuang stroked his beard, his expression indifferent.
Unexpectedly, Liu Chan directly swung his palm.
"Smack!"
A crisp slap echoed through the hospital corridor.
"Old man, you've lived most of your life, and no one taught you the rule of first come, first served? This kid was my target first, so if anyone's going to trouble him, it should be me, Young Master Liu, understand?" Liu Chan spat on the ground, looking very arrogant.
Outwardly, he appeared confident, but inside he was inhaling sharply from the shock.
