When Yan Sijue woke up, a day and a night had already passed.
He sat on the hospital bed, expressionless, listening to Yang Ru report the situation.
"...Miss Chen took a bullet to her arm, but it's nothing serious. Old Chen got hit in both legs, they're basically useless now." Yang Ru sighed, "When I rushed over, Miss Chen was lying in front of Old Chen, and the gun was in Old Chen's hand."
"It was Old Chen." Yan Sijue coldly spat out these three words.
"I suspected as much." Yang Ru, who had some rapport with Old Chen, couldn't help but sigh again, "What do you think we should do with him?"
Yan Sijue's eyes darkened slightly: "He still has his uses, there's no need to deal with him just yet."
However, in his mind, he was quickly searching through his memories before he fell into a coma.
He remembered that he had already subdued Old Chen by then, otherwise, he wouldn't be alive and well now.
