The ceramics and glassware that were on the table fell onto the ground and broke into many pieces.
It was as if Huo Yunshen was possessed as he grabbed a baseball bat and smashed every piece of furniture in his house.
Everything that he could see was destroyed by him.
He could only release all his anger and pain through crushing things.
As he took his final swing, he used too much strength and fell from his wheelchair.
Landing himself on the glasses that he had just broke, blood began to drip from his knee and palm.
He sat on the ground as he ignored the bleeding. He just sat there, spacing out and in a total mess.
It was as if Huo Jingtang's words had crushed him completely.
There's no meaning in living anymore… Huo Yunshen thought. So what if I have the world's strongest mercenary group?
The noise from Room 101 finally stopped.
