Chapitre 97: The Playful Shirt

Staring at the almost untouched dishes on the table, Qin Guan asked, "Shall we continue?" Then he glanced at the messy hall behind him, where several waiters were cleaning up the broken chairs and the blood on the floor. They exchanged a glance and resumed eating the lamb, shrimp and eggs on their table. No big deal. Just keep eating. Our table is far from the crime scene anyway. Under the respectful gazes of the restaurant staff, they finished their meal calmly and left for college.

Meanwhile in the ambulance, Wang Hailiang and Bu Qinglu were reconsidering their future plans.

A warrior wasn't a lifelong career. Even heroes grew old, and they were not heroes. They were just gang members. Considering their current relations and resources, it might be time for them to make their own way and leave the big boss and his followers.