That evening, inside a room at the Grand Xing Feng hotel, a figure was sleeping soundly on the luxurious bed. His face was a little pale. He was shirtless, and his chest was covered with bandages.
Crimson blood seeped out of the bandages on his chest
No one knew how much time had passed. He finally moved his hands. His eyelids trembled and started to open.
‘It hurts…’ This was the very first thought he had. He was none other than Bai Chen.
He blinked several times to organise his thoughts. At this time, he could only remember that his body had flown such a great distance back, he could not do anything about it. He later fell unconscious.
At that moment, he knew full well that he had not had this large wound on the chest. The pain had only been from his arms, which he had used to guard against the old man Foo Yen’s attack.
Bai Chen could only guess that the wound had probably come from when he’d dropped onto the ground as he’d passed out. He might have fallen on something sharp.