"I'm going too!" Xia Wenyan muttered discontentedly.
Just as he was about to stand up, he was pinned down by Xia Wenjue with one hand.
His gaze was indifferent, yet his tone carried an undeniable authority, "You stay put in the hospital. This matter isn't over; there will be a time for you to exert your effort later."
Seeing Xia Wenyan still wanting to struggle, Xia Wenmo added coolly, "Once your arm is healed, you can fight to your heart's content."
Xia Wenqing also understood the intentions of the person who came, shrugging his shoulders, "It seems my elective courses in international law will be of use again."
Hearing the words of the three, Xia Wenyan immediately understood their intentions.
Was going to deal with those underlings merely a starter dish; were they planning to strike directly at their headquarters?
