The flat-headed man spent some time treating his injuries, then took his phone and lay down on the spring mattress in the corner of the small wooden cabin.
After applying some Healing Medicine, the wound on his chest felt much better, but it would still take some time to heal completely.
'If I hadn't been carrying the seeds of a mutant vine this time, there's no way I would have escaped from that woman…'
'I've been hiding my identity in Rongcheng for several years without ever being discovered by the Superpower Administration Bureau. If no one had sold me out, they never would have found where I was living. Who the hell betrayed me?'
Lying on the spring mattress, the flat-headed man replayed the scene from not long ago in his mind: Wang Jing gravely injuring him with a single blow.
