"Qingxue should be at school by now; as long as we don't involve her, there should be no problem!"
Tan Tianxiong thought to himself.
Of course, he didn't want to just surrender without a fight, so he aimed to delay as much as possible.
The longer he could survive, the more hope there was.
"Tan Tianxiong, you are an old hand at this. I think you don't need to tend to that wound, do you?" Han Feng glanced at the bloody hole in Tan Tianxiong's body and spoke with satisfaction, "Just take us to your daughter's villa. I'm not very patient!"
Upon hearing this, Tan Tianxiong struggled to stand up and said in a gloomy voice, "I can't drive!"
"That's easy, I'll be your driver this time. Isn't that enough face for you?" Han Feng clapped Tan Tianxiong on the shoulder and laughed.
"Your 'face,' I cannot afford it!"
"Don't be like that, let's go!"
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Three years ago, after losing a competition to Tan Tianxiong, Han Feng left East River City like a beaten dog.
