Zhao Shisan sat in the car, his mind still blank, his hands unable to stop trembling.
Just a moment ago, Comrade Xiaowang had found him, telling him he was to see Yang Chen one last time.
The last time!
Zhao Shisan didn't know what had happened, but... the last time... Was Yang Chen hurt?
Zhao Shisan couldn't believe it.
How could the once terrifying Yang Chen to the enemies be in danger?
What exactly happened?
Zhao Shisan asked several times, but no one answered him.
The car drove all the way, and even with the windows open, the cool breeze rushing in, Zhao Shisan still felt stiflingly hot.
The hospital's distinctive smell of disinfectant made Zhao Shisan even more uneasy.
His fists were tightly clenched, yet growing colder.
Xiaowang walked ahead, with him following behind. Even someone like him, fearless of heaven and earth, started to feel timid, with an impulse to flee hastily.
You must know, Zhao Shisan made a name for himself on East Street.
