Truth, Goodness, and Beauty

That was a loss.

The kind that makes you want to slap yourself when you wake up in the middle of the night.

Murong was sobbing, feeling very sorry for the sack.

Su Yinhe didn't quite understand, but chose to respect it.

Chen Yuan was beaten for no reason and lay at home for three days before he recovered.

Three days later, he stormed over with dozens of his men.

But out of those dozens, only a fifth were his men.

The other four-fifths were high-level experts he had borrowed from friends.

Borrowing people from friends was too risky, but he couldn't care less now.

He, Chen Yuan, had been put in a sack.

Beaten up.

And had to lie down at home for a full three days.

Three days!

A disgrace!

Although he didn't see who did it, Chen Yuan felt it was the three of them.

He would rather spend a lot of resources just to kill them!

"Brother Chen, why did you bring so many people? Chen, what happened to your face?" It was still Murong who came to greet him.