When Yunting and Li Shengtao arrived at the Ovis Bar, they found Wang Zhetao sitting in one of the booths, looking extremely disheveled and covered in blood, like a beaten dog—utterly wretched.
Not only Wang Zhetao, but the scantily clad woman from before now sat beside him dejectedly. Her once sleek black hair was in a mess like a bird's nest, her tall nose now sunken, and her cheeks somewhat swollen, filled with a look of resentment in her eyes.
Seeing Wang Zhetao in this state, Yunting was momentarily stunned, then quickly approached Wang Zhetao with an apologetic expression and said, "Young Master Wang, what happened? How did you get injured so badly?"
Hearing this, Wang Zhetao didn't even glance at Yunting, merely snorting coldly without speaking, his eyes showing deep dissatisfaction.
