Just as Qin Han had taken his seat, a voice came from the doorway, "If you eat that stuff again, I'll throw it in the manure pit, useless as a lump of mud that can't stick to a wall!"
At the sound of this voice, everyone in the clinic laughed.
The distinctive voice and fiery temper of Zhong Wanshan made people recognize him without needing to see him; his voice announced his presence.
The moment the voice was heard, Zhong Wanshan walked into the clinic.
"Brother, Hongri is gone!" As soon as he entered, Zhong Wanshan said to Qin Han.
Qin Han nodded, "Hmm."
"Did Brother already know?" asked Zhong Wanshan, puzzled.
It had been less than an hour since the news broke, and his brother never paid attention to affairs of the martial arts world; how could he have known even faster than him?
Little did he know that Qin Han was the one who had orchestrated the whole affair!
In his heart, Qin Han was secretly pondering, "This guy sure is fast with his hands!"