The day Lin Feng was released from prison, rain poured in sheets.
The sports car belonging to Su Tianhao, the young master of the Su family, splashed mud all over him.
As he silently wiped his face, his phone buzzed. His sister's heart-wrenching cries came through: “Brother, they're forcing me to sign an organ donation form...”
In the hospital corridor, Lin Feng fell to his knees before Su Tianhao. “Please, save my sister.”
Su Tianhao ground his leather shoe over the back of Lin Feng's hand. “A useless nobody like you thinks you're worthy of begging me?”
When the death notice was placed before Lin Feng, he crushed the dragon-emblazoned badge in his pocket.
Suddenly, the entire hospital was surrounded by armed helicopters.
With gun barrels trained on them, Lin Feng's voice chilled them to the bone: “Remember, the man you forced to his knees is the Lord of the Western Frontier!”
