"Qingqing, go back to your room and wait for me first. I'm going to check on A Xin," Ye Xiaofeng said, looking at Qingqing. He did not want her to follow him.
"Mm, then come back early." Qingqing then left the office and returned to her room.
"Manager Luo, how is A Xin?" Ye Xiaofeng asked Luo Shaotian, who stood before him.
"I've already arranged for a healer to treat him, but A Xin's injuries are rather serious. He'll still need some time," Luo Shaotian reported.
"I should go take another look." Ye Xiaofeng wanted to forge A Xin into a sword of his own, which would make things much more convenient for him.
"I still overestimated your abilities." Ye Xiaofeng arrived at A Xin's room. A Xin lay there, his face somewhat pale.
"You won. I'll honor my promise. From now on, my life, A Xin's life, is yours." A Xin understood that the victor became king and the loser became a bandit. Since he had lost to Ye Xiaofeng, he had nothing to say. It was not that he was too weak, but that the person before him was too strong.
"That's good. But with your current condition and strength, you can't help me with anything." Ye Xiaofeng stared at A Xin, watching his expression.
"I know. I'll work hard to recover as soon as possible," A Xin said with his eyes closed. In truth, he still felt somewhat disappointed and pained. Others saw him as a strong man, and he had thought himself one as well. Yet he had been unable to withstand even a single strike from Ye Xiaofeng. Strong? How laughable, how tragic.
"A Xin, I only recruited you because I found you agreeable. Your strength is secondary." Ye Xiaofeng looked at A Xin, but