Huang Biao's face flashed with surprise as he silently looked at Su Changxing: "Should I count the number of people first? It's almost dawn; you can go and rest a bit."
"Hmm."
Su Changxing nodded, seeing Qin Jue Ming clutching his arm, staggering over, with blood trickling down from his tattered sleeve, dripping onto the ground.
He walked up to Su Changxing, his eyes bloodshot, saying seriously: "Thanks, I apologize for my earlier behavior."
Although it was uncertain if he was sincere, this action was still quite genuine.
Su Changxing looked at his bedraggled appearance and said: "There's probably no need to apologize. You should worry about yourself first; with your current injuries, you may not be able to make it."
"Let's see what fate has in store." Qin Jue Ming took a deep breath, "I am quite a believer in fate. Those who are meant to survive will, and those who are not won't succeed despite their struggles."
