Zhao Qian looked toward the man, but he was too weak to speak. His lips moved, but only a hoarse sound escaped as blood seeped from his mouth.
The man waved his hand. "Enough. Don't talk. I know what you want. Don't worry. Now that I'm here, I'll fulfill your request, whether you live or die. Worst-case scenario, I'll even make sure your body gets back home."
Chen Chuan glanced at the man. He had no intention of interfering, clearly showing no respect for his employer.
Chen Chuan didn't know what the man was thinking, but since he'd clearly signaled his intent to fight, Chen Chuan wouldn't just ignore it.
He retracted his blade, letting Zhao Qian collapse to the ground. Then he walked over, grabbed Zhao Qian by the collar, and began dragging him toward the car.
The man simply stood on the guardrail, watching with rapt interest.
