At Zhonghai City Hospital, in a hospital room, Wang Quan lay on the bed with thick bandages wrapped around his head, faint traces of blood still visible, and his complexion was pallid.
Seeing Wang Quan regain consciousness, the nearby Wang Tiancheng quickly spoke up, "Dad, are you alright? How are you feeling?"
"Tiancheng, where is that bastard? Did they catch him?" Wang Quan snapped back into awareness and asked sharply, perhaps because his facial expression was too strained, pulling at his wound, he yelped in pain and showed a grimace of agony.
Wang Tiancheng looked a bit distressed as he said, "The police didn't arrest him."
"Why? He beat me to this state, and the police didn't arrest him? What are the police even for?" Wang Quan immediately said, with a face full of angry and fierce expressions.
"Dad, this guy must not be simple, otherwise, the police wouldn't have let him go like this, and there's more..." Wang Tiancheng hesitated as he looked at Wang Quan.