"You're worried that I might impulsively attack you after waking up, aren't you?" Zorro's expression softened, "Where's my stuff?"
Allen Zhang casually tossed it to him, "Here."
Zorro didn't bother checking the other trivial items, he bit open the carrying bag and saw the gold mask, and immediately let out a long sigh of relief.
He let his guard down around Allen Zhang, saying, "Are you here on vacation? You certainly lack taste. Normal people would never come to this place voluntarily."
"I heard that yesterday in the bar, someone was playing Russian roulette with a very valuable piece of jewelry as the bet, and a lucky guy won it but was then chased by the Motorcycle Gang. Injured and whereabouts unknown, that person must be you, huh? You're quite capable, taking down more than a dozen men by yourself," said Allen Zhang.
"Yes, that person was me. The item is here now. But why didn't you choose to kill me and steal it?" Zorro admitted openly.
