"Hurry, bring the car, I need to go to the hospital!"
Outside of Haidilao, Han Ye got into the car with the help of two underlings.
On the road.
The girl who had been following Han Ye couldn't contain her curiosity: "Young Master Han, what exactly happened just now? Why didn't you take him out? Why not call the police?"
Han Ye covered his face: "You don't understand, that kid's identity might not be simple, you guys probably don't know, last night, Yang Jinrong from the West City, died."
"Yang Jinrong, the boss of Three-blade Hall? Isn't he supposed to be very formidable? How did he die so suddenly?"
Everyone in the car felt a chill run down their spines.
This kind of news might not mean much to ordinary people, but to those like them who live in the underworld, it was a thunderbolt out of the blue.
