In Shen Lu's horrified eyes, two middle-aged men walked out from behind the elder, dragging the strong man's body and walking out the door. A dazzling blood stain was left on the ground...
"Are you OK."
The elder looked at Shen Lu, who was still in shock, and then at Tang Guohua, who was lying on the ground on one side: "Find them the best doctor to see their injuries, then get dressed and come downstairs to see me."
After the elder finished explaining, he strode away.
But no one saw that at this moment, there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't even have time to take the elevator, so he took the stairs and jogged all the way to the private room in the lobby on the first floor.
"Lu, Mr. Lu..."
He bent over, lowered his head and walked to a figure sitting on the sofa. He knelt down and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lu, there was a little glitch up there just now. I will bring your parents-in-law down right away. Please give Mr. Lu a moment." Wait a moment..."
Lu Fan has arrived at Fengshang.
Just sitting here quietly scared all the Wang family members out of their wits.
The trial in the secret realm of Northern Xinjiang ended, despite Wang Changqing's death order to block the news.
But for the Wang family, the sword kings who also live in northern Xinjiang, it is not difficult to know what happened inside.
After learning about what Lu Fan had done in the secret realm of Northern Xinjiang, the highest level of the Wang family had issued death orders to the Wang family members in the Southern Capital.
Never allow Lu Fan to be offended in the slightest, and take good care of his family until he comes to ask for help.
But he didn't expect that Lu Fan's car had already arrived at the door before he had made any arrangements.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Fan sat on the sofa and tasted Biluochun comfortably: "Did your people beat them again?"