Chen Shouyi drew out his sword. The movement tugged at the wound in his chest, and he couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.
During the fight, he'd been so focused that he hadn't felt the pain of his wound at all. Now that he'd relaxed, his chest began to burn with pain.
He pulled open his shirt, soaked through with blood, and saw a terrible wound running along his left chest and deep into his ribs. Blood kept welling out of it.
He immediately controlled the muscles in his chest, closing the wound.
Damn it!
He'd never suffered such a serious injury in his life.
Chen Shouyi looked coldly at the Bald Man, still standing where he was, eyes wide open, refusing to fall.
His Long Sword suddenly whipped through the air. A head soared skyward.
Then he strode toward the villa, covering five or six meters with every step. A few seconds later, he was inside. His eyes swept from side to side before he headed upstairs and kicked open one of the bedrooms.
He pulled a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on. After finding a set of clothes and a suitcase in the wardrobe, he went into the bathroom, took off his bloodstained clothes, turned on the shower, and quickly washed the blood from his body.
While he was at it, he checked his wound and found that the bleeding had stopped completely.
Half a minute later, Chen Shouyi had changed into the clothes. He put his bloodstained clothes and sword in the suitcase, carefully cleaned the blood he'd left in the bathroom, and hurried out of the villa.
He didn't touch any of the valuables inside. He merely glanced at the stacks of cash on the coffee table in the living