"Think it's what?" Si Chen slapped the head of the person who was speaking.
At the same time, he swept his cold gaze over, causing everyone to tremble with fear, and none dared to make another sound.
Caretakers!
This indicated that the other party had long been placing their own pieces on the board.
At least, it wasn't a matter of a day or two.
Si Chen took a deep breath and roared, "Guard this place well. Should there be another incident, you all might as well take your own lives!"
"Yes." Everyone hurriedly took orders.
Not daring to take a single step away.
Si Chen turned and went to Bo Fengheng's hospital room.
The disheveled man was bound hand and foot by Ye Ying, hanging from the IV stand.
Like a corpse pending butchery, he looked both ludicrous and terrifying.
"Has he confessed?" Si Chen's narrow phoenix eyes were cold, exuding an intimidating murderous aura.
