Listening to the intermittent beeping from the phone's receiver, Leng Zirui finally sighed in relief.
Xu Xia was set to hold a concert in Hong Kong, and it was at the iconic Hung Hom Sports Center. Such a concert was deeply significant for her, and not being there to cheer her on was a small regret for him; he didn't want her distracted by his issues.
Though that girl claimed indifferently that he didn't matter to her, he knew that he held a crucial place in her heart. If she found out he had just survived a gunshot incident, it would certainly affect her mood.
Stuffing the phone into his pocket, Leng Zirui put away his gun and glanced at the knife wound on his arm, the flesh turned inside out. He took a cigarette from the car's glove compartment, placed it between his lips, and lit it before opening the first-aid kit and casually wrapping the wound in bandages.
