"Leave? I have no intention of leaving!"
Xiao Chen's gaze remained fixed on Zhang Luo, Han Fei'er, and the others, still showing complete disdain for the long-haired man.
He walked forward, and not a single person dared to block his way.
Xiao Chen crouched down to examine Zhang Luo's legs.
"Don't worry, Uncle. It's nothing serious. I'll give you a quick treatment, and once we leave here, we'll head to the hospital."
Xiao Chen worked swiftly, finding a board from the ground to prop up Zhang Luo's legs.
But he still needed bandages.
He glanced at the fierce thugs nearby, casually grabbed one of their jackets, tore it into strips, and carefully secured the legs.
"Hmm! Not bad, not bad!"
Xiao Chen nodded to himself, very satisfied with his improvised efforts.
"This guy is seriously infuriating!"
