Zhou Hong worked extremely efficiently, and by the afternoon, two special bodyguards had already reported to Cai Xiang's hospital room.
Cai Xiang was very satisfied with the two bodyguards.
Their bulging muscles immediately revealed their status as trained professionals.
With stern faces, they exuded an aura of being untouchable.
Feeling reassured, Cai Xiang leisurely bit into an apple and hummed a tune in a good mood.
Over the years, how many people had tried suing him? Yet, he still lived a luxurious life.
No worries—he had powerful connections.
At that moment, his phone suddenly rang urgently. Glancing at the caller ID, Cai Xiang chuckled.
"Prosecutor Zhou…."
Whatever was said on the other end made Cai Xiang's face instantly change.
"Are you messing with me? I pay you so much money every year, and this is how you handle things for me?"
