Chapter 027 - An Excited Frosh

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Inside the VIP hospital room that was equipped with all the basic amenities of a bedroom, Frosh, unaware of what his men were currently thinking or discussing, stood awkwardly still, appearing scared to advance.

He no longer had the menacing aura of a don who had terrorized many; instead, he looked so frail, pale, and helpless at this moment, staring at the dull eyes of his blood-drained, pale brother lying pitifully and lifelessly on the bed.

His legs felt too heavy at this moment to move, seeing the heavily bandaged stump where Frosh Junior’s arm used to be.

This continued for what felt like an eternity before Frosh eventually clenched his fists and pushed himself to take a step forward.

Upon doing so, he forced open his dry and heavy, calling out hoarsely, "Br—brother."

Although his voice wasn’t loud, instead just barely above audible, Frosh Junior, whose spirit seemed to have long departed his body and who hadn’t heard even when Frosh entered, was jolted aw