Late at night, Yinfeng City Renmin Hospital, VIP hospital room.
Zhang Lin had casts on both his arms and legs. Even though the anesthetic had not worn off, the pain made him feel like he was in a nightmare. His face was twisted in agony, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Standing in front of the bed were three people: one was an older but robust man, Zhang Lin's father, Zhang Wenhao.
The other two were younger, around thirty years old. They were Zhang Lin's two brothers, Zhang Hao and Zhang Shun.
"Dad, the Liu Family and Dong Family have gone too far. I'm going to send someone to grab Liu Zhanyuan's wife and kids," Zhang Shun said, his eyes cold and venomous.
In the Zhang Family, Zhang Wenhao was semi-retired. Zhang Hao was in charge of the open affairs, while Zhang Shun controlled the underground business. As for Zhang Lin, he was just a playboy who only knew how to indulge in vices.
