"I didn't kill him."
Having done all this, Tu Cai finally looked directly at the man who had spoken.
"You...your technique is very professional." The guy's tone was strange.
Tu Leng snorted coldly and said nothing.
"Thank you. After all... by not killing him, you've left yourself a way out." The man's voice hardened again: "You don't seem to be an ordinary person... but you are just an ordinary person."
"You are superhumans." Tu's tone was strange.
The helmeted man seemed to look at Tu for a moment with eyes hidden behind the helmet, observing Tu's dark skin, and then he suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! You're from Africa?"
Tu looked at the man, then suddenly spoke. This time, he wasn't speaking any official language, but rather a language with strange and short notes, a native language from some region of central Africa.
But the helmeted man seemed to understand: "Hmm, I understand." His tone became slightly more polite: "Thank you for sparing my companion. I know that people like you never leave anyone alive. You could even kill us all right now... Fortunately, you know who we are, and you won't do that."
Tu was already getting impatient. He frowned, slowly took a step back, shut his mouth, and refused to say anything more.
The helmeted man made a few hand gestures, and soon someone went over, lifted the red-haired man off the ground, and helped him away. Then the helmeted man nodded to Tu, and the group, just like when they arrived, got on their motorcycles and sped away like a whirlwind.
As soon as these people left, Ya Ya rushed to Chen Xiao's side, her face covered in tears, and helped him up while crying.
"Chen Xiao. Chen Xiao... How are you? Are you in pain?" Ya Ya cried pitifully, her eyes red.
Chen Xiao was sweating profusely from the pain, and forced a bitter smile, saying, "Of course it hurts, but it's alright, I won't die."
Then he looked up and stared at Tu, at this strange black man!
What he just witnessed was incredibly shocking!! "You..."
Tu immediately interrupted him: "It was Miss who begged me to save you. If it were my own will, I wouldn't have chosen to help, because getting involved with these people would be too troublesome. So, you don't need to thank me."
The voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.
"..." Chen Xiao looked at the cold-hearted black man, hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed back the words "thank you".
Blood was still flowing from his body. Ya Ya stood helplessly by, trying to cover Chen Xiao's wound with her hands, but blood kept oozing out from between her small fingers. Just as Ya Ya was about to tear off her clothes, Tu finally pulled out a small sealed package from his pocket and threw it on the ground.
Chen Xiao was taken aback when he saw that it was a first aid kit.
Does this black man carry something like this with him?
"Don't worry, I have a way." Chen Xiao gave Ya Ya a reassuring look.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out something.
It was a small, flat, round metal box, even smaller than a cigarette case. This was the gift that Shi Gaofei, the mad scientist from the service center, had given Chen Xiao when he left Home Island. Of course, in exchange, Chen Xiao had agreed to Shi Gaofei's personal request.
Shi Gaofei told Chen Xiao that this thing was something that could save his life.
After receiving it, he didn't originally have the habit of carrying it with him. However, the last time he went to fight Yaksha with Phoenix, Yaksha died, and Chen Xiao, out of pity, wanted to save the poor guy's life but couldn't find a way. After that incident, Chen Xiao developed a habit of carrying the item Shi Gaofei gave him with him at all times.
He held one end of the metal box with one hand and then opened the small, flat box.
Inside the small box, several thin, miniature syringe-like objects were neatly arranged side by side. These syringes were very small, with transparent outer walls, and were disposable. In terms of shape, they resembled the disposable morphine syringes used by US military forces, but were much smaller.
Probably, each of these tiny syringes can only hold a few grams of medication.
The medicine inside was milky white, just like milk.
Chen Xiao didn't know what this thing was either; Shi Gaofei had only told him about it before. This thing could save lives!
Considering the creations of a mad scientist like Scofield, they must be extraordinary!
Chen Xiao gently pinched out a small syringe and lightly inserted it into her body.
Tu, who had been coldly watching Chen Xiao's actions, actually changed his expression slightly when Chen Xiao took out the flat box, opened it, and Tu saw the syringe containing the medicine!
"Angel?"
Suddenly, the butcher uttered this word.
He actually took a few steps closer and slowly squatted down next to Chen Xiao. His eyes revealed something strange as he stared intently... not at Chen Xiao, but at the potion in Chen Xiao's hand!
"It really is an angel... and it seems to be a newer model." Tu's brows furrowed tightly.
The sharp needle pierced his body, and the milky white liquid quickly flowed into Chen Xiao's body.
The medicine worked incredibly fast! In less than twenty seconds, Chen Xiao suddenly felt his nerves, which had been extremely tired after the injury, suddenly become excited!
This exhilaration felt like some potential within my body had been ignited! My mind became exceptionally clear! At the same time, quite the opposite, the physical pain was greatly reduced, receding like a receding tide, leaving my body feeling incredibly relaxed. And my previously exhausted body was suddenly filled with power!
Looking at his mangled shoulder and shattered hand bones, Chen Xiao suddenly felt a bizarre sensation: it was as if this body wasn't his own, and the injuries weren't his own. Despite such severe injuries, it seemed as if ninety percent of the pain had vanished instantly!
Even without Ya Ya's help, Chen Xiao stood up on his own!
Although the shoulder injury affected the smoothness of his movements, he was no longer in pain, and all the strength in his body suddenly returned! He tried to move and felt full of energy!
This strange contradiction—on the one hand, the injuries are so severe and haven't healed; on the other hand, the body seems completely unaffected by the injuries!
At this moment, Chen Xiao felt that even if he had to fight someone else right away, he would have enough energy to handle it!
What... what kind of potion is this?!
"You shouldn't use it like that."
Tu also stood up, looked at Chen Xiao, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes: "This kind of medicine is not a wound medicine. If you force it, it may not be good for your body's functions."