C873 We will Meet Again

"What else? Hurry up and send him to the hospital. "

Zhao Kuan looked at Zhao Jian's leg. Luckily, it was not the comminuted fracture that could save him. At the same time, he looked in the direction where Zhang Muye had left. His eyes were filled with hatred. In the past, Zhao Kuan had swallowed his anger for the Asia and Pacific Group. But after this year