On the rooftop, a wild storm painted red with blood.
The two men fought for so long that their clothes were spotted with blood, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.
Even the handsome appearances they took pride in were destroyed.
The man seemed to exude a bloody essence from his bones, if something could be resolved with fists, he would never waste additional words.
Even the normally gentle and magnanimous Jing Chen didn't hold back when it came to fighting.
If Gu Xuanye hadn't been injured and still in recovery, probably ten Jing Chens wouldn't have been a match for him.
When Gu Xuanye's bodyguards and Jing Chen's men arrived, what they saw was both men lying on the ground, covered in wounds, it was unclear if they were alive or dead.
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The Little Demon King searched the hospital, finding neither his mommy's ward nor a glimpse of his daddy.
At a loss, he heard Bei Yiyi's voice as the elevator doors opened nearby, "Xiaoyu, how come you are here?"