Before long, Han Wubing, with bandages wrapped around his shoulder, walked in. He was not being restrained, and upon seeing the situation that was taking place, he looked utterly bewildered.0

He did not look like someone who had been captured; rather, it seemed like he was recuperating inside. Furthermore, his injuries did not appear to be severe.0

When he saw what was taking place at the door of the VIP room, Han Wubing exclaimed, “Big brother Sha Seven? Who’s this dark-faced man…”0

Zhao Changhe’s jaw dropped.0

Seventh Lord Sha, who was being held by the throat, began to laugh, and his subordinates immediately joined in.0

With a stern expression, Zhao Changhe asked, “Are you alright?”0

Han Wubing immediately recognized his voice and was extremely surprised. “Brother Zhao! It’s you! Uh, the thing is…”0

Zhao Changhe said, “Did I misunderstand the situation? Did they actually take you in and even go on to provide you with good food and drink?”0

Han Wubing said, “Well, yeah, they took me in.”0

Zhao Changhe said, “But you were deceived.”0

Han Wubing...0