Half an hour later.
Qin Ruohan looked at the sea of bodyguards kneeling before him with a terrifyingly cold murderous fury.
He was like a bloodthirsty Satan out for blood. He emanated a terrifying coldness and malevolence.
"Qin Tian, where's Madam?"
"Mr. Qin, I'm sorry. I'm useless. We rushed to the location of the cell phone and only found the cell phone. We didn't find Madam."
"Imbeciles!"
The coldness around Qin Ruohan suddenly increased. He suddenly kicked Qin Tian—who was kneeling in the front—in a lightning move and sent him flying out.
"Bang!" Qin Tian landed heavily on the ground.
"Pfft!" The severely-injured Qin Tian suddenly coughed blood. Immediately after, dark red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Qin Tian ignored the excruciating pain in his chest and endured it as he immediately got up and continued to kneel on the ground.