Su Han had not expected that Hei Ying would be seriously injured. He had only gone back to settle a matter; could it have led to a conflict with Qiu Meng?
Hei Ying was not usually so impulsive.
Unable to worry about that, Su Han immediately put his clothes back on and left the hotel.
In the dead of night, just as he was preparing to rest, who would have known such a thing would happen? If Hei Yng had died, it would have been a great loss.
It had not been easy to find a powerful ally for Mus, as a gift, and Hei Ying could not be allowed to die.
He hailed a car and immediately handed the driver a stack of US dollars. The driver's eyes lit up, and he floored the gas pedal, rocketing towards the destination in record time.
Mus's pool hall was empty, not a soul in sight; after such an incident, he was in no mood to keep it open.
At that moment, in his office, Hei Ying lay on the sofa, his face pale, his arm dripping blood continuously, violently broken!