The man once again observed Xu Chu's Sweat, who was wrapped tightly all over and noticed that his clothes looked as if they were soaked in blood. His expression shifted as he asked:
"Is he okay? If he's injured, he shouldn't go outside. Go to the medical room."
Xu Chu's Sweat and the other person exchanged a glance of mutual understanding, getting each other's intentions.
Zhang Daxi showed a long-lost smile on his honest-looking face, took out a pack of cigarettes from his chest, and said:
"Sorry to trouble you brothers. This should count as good smoke in this world, the taste is indeed somewhat different, have a try."
The man scrutinized Zhang Daxi with a glance, a smile forming on his face, and he made a gesture to the person beside him, saying:
"Since it's a brother's goodwill, we gratefully accept."
