"It's all sorted out now, but I was seriously injured this time," Lin Kuang said with a bitter smile, wiping the corner of his mouth.
After composing himself, he checked his injuries. Although he had some internal damage, it was manageable.
That's about it. I'll head home first. Lin Kuang thought, turning to leave.
Wait a second. My clothes are covered in blood. How am I supposed to get back like this? Do I really have to run? I can't possibly take a cab; the driver would be scared to death. This line of thought was depressing, but it seemed to be his only option.
With no other choice, the miserable Lin Kuang began sprinting down the street. His speed was so incredible that he was just a blur to the cars he passed, leaving the drivers to wonder if they had just seen a ghost.
