"Why do you look so troubled, Mr. Li? Are you worried about Brother Little White?" Gao Bancheng noticed something was off with Li You and couldn't help asking.
Li You nodded calmly. To maintain the image of a ruthless powerhouse of few words, he said nothing.
But inwardly, he was groaning. With Brother Ye's strength, did he even need worrying? As long as he didn't run into the Ten Kings, escaping wouldn't be a problem.
I'm fucking worried about myself!
He wondered whether all his hard training lately had paid off.
To maintain his powerhouse persona and ensure his own safety, Li You had worked himself to the bone these past days. He stayed holed up in the manor Gao Bancheng had given him, sleeping only three hours a day and spending the rest of his time training.
Gao Bancheng had invited him to several banquets, but he had turned them all down under the pretext of cultivating diligently. He was terrified that some thug might target him if he went out, or that someone like Shadow Man Li Xiao might come challenge him.
Li You subconsciously glanced at his right hand, still wrapped in thick bandages.
In truth, his right hand had healed long ago. In Myriad Wealth Capital, he ate lavish meals every day, and all kinds of rare mutated medicinal herbs were delivered to him. Even if his hand had been amputated, it could have grown back.
The only reason he had not removed the bandages was to leave himself an excuse. If he encountered a powerful enemy he couldn't defeat, he could claim that his right-hand injury had not yet healed, preventing his powerhouse persona from collapsing.
Come to think of it, ever since he had met Bai Ye, his right hand had never truly healed.