After Uncle Zhong accompanied them for a while, Xiaofan and Li San got their vehicle and headed home.
"You were too reckless. If Zhu Fan had really wanted to kill us earlier, with your body taking three stab wounds, it's doubtful you could have fought your way out."
"Hey, that's why I have you, isn't it?"
"Me? You're kidding. If it really came to that, I'd be the first to run. Who cares about you?" Li San said dismissively while driving.
"Well, that's actually a very good choice."
Li San often said selfish things, but everyone knew what he truly thought. If he was really scared, he wouldn't have followed Xiaofan to the headquarters at all.
"What's the deal with Zhu Fan? He wears a mask every day. Doesn't anyone inside Red Butterfly know what he really looks like?" Li San asked again.
