Although Su Tao was prepared for revenge after resolving the black magic on Park Joong-sun, he never expected that it would be in such an unusual way. He also didn’t manage to look at the face of that assassin, since she wore a mask the entire time.

Masks were classified into four types: human, deity, yaksha, and all sorts of animals. That woman was wearing an exquisitely made crimson yaksha mask that looked sinister.

When they came into the Three Flavour Hall, Su Tao first made a check on Fan Lihua and her daughter. The door was open, and the lights were also turned on. They were lying on the bed. He swiftly walked over and took the pulse of those two. Seeing that they were still alive, he finally felt relieved; they were just sedated.

If anything happened to the two of them, then Su Tao would make that woman pay the price, even if he had to chase her to the ends of the earth.

“You want to visit the hospital?” Jiang Qinghan looked at Su Tao and said in a worried tone, “Your injuries look serious.”

Su Tao’s tailored gown was riddled with holes with wool sticking out. The white fur covered in blood made Su Tao...