Twenty minutes later, Pan Sheng's exclusive vehicle, a silver BMW I8, rushed to the scene like the wind.
Gao Yang, who had only been simply bandaged up at the food stall, immediately led his followers to greet him. He carefully and angrily called out, "Cousin..."
Pan Sheng got out of the car and frowned immediately when he saw Gao Yang's miserable appearance.
He had thought that Gao Yang was exaggerating on the phone, but now, upon closer inspection, he realized it was far worse than he imagined!
The guy was covered in blood, his head so bloody that his features were unrecognizable. The only reason he hadn't gone to the hospital was that he wanted to wait for Pan Sheng to come and avenge him.
"Where are they?" Pan Sheng asked coldly.
"Over there!" Gao Yang pointed toward the food stall.
Without another word, Pan Sheng strode over.
At this moment, Liu Shiyuan, who was in a low mood, also stepped out from the passenger side of the BMW I8.
