At the entrance of Chenfei tower, inside a luxurious sedan— The driver watched Shuo Spanner stumble out, clutching his twisted wrist, face pale and contorted in pain. Startled, he quickly got out of the car. “Young Master! What happened to you?” “Damn it, what do you think?! Shut up! Get me to the hospital! Now! It hurts like hell!” Shuo Spanner shouted, kicking the driver before crawling into the back seat. The driver didn’t dare say more and immediately started the engine, speeding toward the nearest hospital. Inside the car, Shuo Spanner’s face twisted from agony as he stared at his deformed wrist. Hatred boiled in his chest like venom trying to rip its way out. He grabbed his phone, using the fingers that could still move to shakily dial a number. The call connected. A deep but slightly annoyed male voice came through: “Shuo? What is it? I’m in a meeting.” “Big Brother! Someone beat me! My… my wrist is broken!” Shuo Spanner cried, filled with humiliation and rage. “What?!” The...