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"Hmph, what now? Am I not even allowed to say a word when my nephew is implicated? I'll tell you, even if Gu Yezeng himself were here, if he implicated my nephew, I'd say the same thing to him and he wouldn't dare utter a word of dissent!" Ge Dongxu said coldly, his presence unmistakably exuding an air of dominance.
With his nephew seriously injured, he had come here this time to surely reclaim his honor.
Given the circumstances, why would he keep a low profile in front of these people?
Upon hearing Ge Dongxu mention Gu Yezeng, a mogul and tycoon revered in the entire Chinese community, Song Wenhong and others, though sceptical that this young man could really be so impressive, were genuinely shaken by his words, especially by the oppressive aura that he radiated, which created an indescribable pressure on them.
At this moment, a few doctors approached.
The one leading was a middle-aged man.