"Don't..."
Shao He, covering his still-bleeding wound, walked step by step, weakly raising his hand to grasp Pei Hanze's arm.
"Teaching him a lesson is enough," Shao He said, not wanting to invite trouble.
Pei Hanze then slowly released his grip, stretched out his hand and, picking up Shao He horizontally, carried him towards the medical hall.
Shao Mingyang knelt on the ground, holding his neck, gasping in pain, desperately breathing in fresh air after narrowly escaping death.
A pair of black boots appeared before his eyes, and Shao Mingyang slowly lifted his head upward to see a man in a mask standing in front of him.
The mask covered most of the man's face, and though the man said nothing, his deep eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Frightened by such an enigmatic and unpredictable person, Shao Mingyang instinctively shrank back.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The masked man bent slightly, examining him carefully for a moment, then curved his lips into a light smile.
