Yunnan, Dali – at the Ru Jia Hotel.
Yuan Shaofeng and You Qi had just experienced a life-and-death escape. Both were panting for breath inside the hotel.
You Qi's left arm had been hit by a bullet. Taking matters into his own hands, he grabbed a pair of pliers, sterilized them with alcohol, heated them over a fire, and directly extracted the bullet embedded in his flesh. Clenching his teeth tightly throughout, he didn't let out a single shout—a true man indeed.
"Feng bro, why are those assassins constantly after us?"
A layer of gauze had already been wrapped around the wound on his left arm. He wasn't afraid of assassins, but the endless pursuit was exhausting.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yuan Shaofeng gasped, "Could it be the Yuan Family from Yanjing?"
Last time, Yuan Tao had tried to take over his business, but unfortunately Ye Tian interfered, throwing a wrench into Yuan Tao's schemes.
