"Of course, he's been brought back. Qian'er is one of Divine Shield's top warriors!" He Qian's father said proudly.
Although since joining China Divine Shield, He Qian never cared about any family matters. But as long as he was still a member of China Divine Shield, even if he did nothing for the family, the benefits he brought to the He Family far exceeded those of others.
Because that was a form of deterrence.
And even more so, a form of honor.
Soon, a stretcher was carried in by several men.
"Is that boy's corpse? Where is Qian'er? Where is Qian'er?" He Qian's father, upon seeing the stretcher, thought the person lying on it was Wang Dadong.
"This… this is Young Master Qian... Young Master Qian has been seriously injured!" The butler said, sweating profusely.
"What? This… this is impossible! How could Qian'er possibly be injured?" He Qian's father frowned.
