The towering Corpse Collector sat stiffly in the chair, looking at Mohist with gentleness and a hint of reverence in his eyes.
He was simply too large, his entire body seeming crammed into the chair, making even the surrounding bookshelves, tables, and chairs appear somewhat petite.
Beside the Corpse Collector, Miao Qingyu waved awkwardly at Mohist. Once he came over, she whispered, "Sorry, it happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to contact you."
"What happened?"
"Didn't I get quite a bit of money from you recently? I got a little reckless when buying things and accidentally drew the attention of other gangs. The Corpse Collector helped me deal with it. We joined forces and killed quite a few people, so our affinity rose to the level of brothers. Since we were brothers, I told him a little about you, and he insisted on coming to visit."
"Is that so? Then why didn't you call?"
"It got broken. I nearly died out there, so a phone was nothing."
Miao Qingyu showed him her wound. The horrifying penetrating injury had shredded half her heart, and an artificial heart was now working inside her chest.
"Hiss..."
Drawing a sharp breath, Mohist could roughly imagine how brutal it had been.
After handing Miao Qingyu his manuscript payment, Mohist told her to order supplies and treat her injuries somewhere else, then sat down across from the Corpse Collector.
Once he got closer, he found the other man even more enormous, almost intimidating.
Tilting his head back, he looked at the scar-covered Corpse Collector and asked, "Corpse Collector... is it all right if I call you that?"
"Yes." The other man immediately shook his head. "You may call me whatever you like. Light Feather told me that you were childhood friends, and that you