He stretched out his bandaged right hand and calmly unraveled the gauze. "I injured myself, and my blood got on the car door. Is there a problem with that?"
He held out his palm for everyone to see clearly. There was indeed a deep wound on it. Although it had been treated well with quality medicine, one could still make out the horrifying mix of raw, new flesh and necrotic tissue—a gruesome, bloody red. The sight was terrifying, clearly indicating how severe the original injury must have been.
Zhang Xiang interjected, "Mr. Wan injured himself, and his blood stained his own car. Gentlemen, surely there's no problem with that, right?"
