Returning to the warehouse.
Di Zouse was also dragged over; his pant legs were stained completely red. Whether from excessive blood loss or another cause, the face of this notorious butcher was deathly pale.
It had only been about ten minutes since they left the warehouse.
"Creak..."
As the warehouse door opened, sunlight poured in, dust flying through the air. Xia Chuchen leaned against the corner, barely breathing, his fingers severed, forming a pool of blood beneath him.
"He's not dead, he's still alive."
Cai Jian hurriedly declared, perhaps aware that his fate was now intertwined with that of his former brother.
"Any tools to stop the bleeding?"
"Yes, in my room."
Two men held Cai Jian and fetched gauze and antiseptic.
"For my uncle as well..."
Cai Jian wasn't thinking only of himself; he hadn't forgotten about Di Zouse, who was also losing blood rapidly.
But no one heeded his request.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
