After a bout of chaos, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and the atmosphere among the four of them eased somewhat.
"First, tell us about your situation."
As the mediator and the one holding the floor, Chen Fan was the first to question Xu Huai. "You're injured?"
Xu Huai silently nodded.
"Just a minor injury."
She turned slightly, revealing a long, narrow wound on her left arm.
The wound had been cut by a blade. It was not deep, but it was definitely not minor.
Drops of crimson blood slowly trickled down Xu Huai's sleeve—the bloodstains scattered across the bushes along the way had come from this.
"Hiss..."
"Something's not right, is it?" Chen Fan drew a light breath, frowning at Xu Huai. "You're hurt somewhere else too, aren't you? Did you lie to me?"
Xu Huai: "?"
Seeing the utterly baffled look on her face, Chen Fan pointed at the road behind him. "There was so much blood all along the way, and you're telling me you only have a tiny wound like this?"
"Who are you trying to fool?"
"Oh... you mean that!" Xu Huai suddenly understood, a hint of amusement appearing in her eyes. "That isn't my blood."
As she spoke, she pulled a blood-smeared glass bottle from her pocket.
"Here. There's still some left. I took it from Gao Li."
"Huh?"
Chen Fan sucked in a breath, while also feeling like his brain was no longer sufficient for the task.
You used someone else's blood to fake your trail?
You really were a damn dog!
"Wait... Gao Li?"
Only then did he realize something.
That name... why did it sound familiar?
With Yi's reminder, he quickly remembered. "The one who was going to use Xiao Wen's Mechanical Prosthetic to pay off his debt..."
Before he could finish,