Fate, Was Wonderful beyond Words

Song Wei and the rest went downstairs and directly sent Third Fatty to the hospital.

The unlucky fatty did not have any external injuries. There was a spider web-like red mark on his forehead. He was swaying as he walked as if he was Spiderman. It was obvious that he had a concussion.

The Spectacle Master felt indignant as he watched his miserable brothers leave.

"Chief Song, are we just going to leave it as it is?"

Zhu Qing, who usually could not control his temper, did not go along with him. He sat in the passenger seat with his head lowered and his right hand trembled slightly.

Song Wei raised his head. "Qing Zi, show Xiao Ge your wrist."

Zhu Qing punched the passenger's storage box angrily. There was a loud bang. It sounded like humiliation, but it also sounded like indignance.

Then, he placed his right hand behind the back seat.

Under the dim light from the inner lamp, Chu Qing's wrist was bruised.