Yang Fei, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. I'll report this to the higher-ups and let the organization handle it."
Wu Yuanzhong knew Yang Fei's personality and shouted anxiously.
Yang Fei gritted his teeth, grinding them together, and sneered coldly.
"The organization's department? By the time they act, the food will be cold, and the guy surnamed Chu might have run away."
He spoke in a deep voice, "Chief, I know it's not easy for you. Don't worry, this is purely a personal vendetta and has nothing to do with the Hidden Dragon."
After speaking, he didn't wait for Wu Yuanzhong's repeated calls and hung up the phone.
Yang Fei strode away, and at this moment, a thirty-something nurse emerged from the corner.
She watched Yang Fei's distant figure thoughtfully.
Then, the nurse looked around, seeing no one, took out her phone, sent a text message, and quickly left.
Yang Fei had just left the hospital entrance when a cute little girl stopped him.
