He strenuously supported himself with his arms. After he sat properly, he grabbed some tissue papers to wipe the blood on the corners of his mouth.

However, the more he wiped, the more his blood oozed out. He couldn’t stop it.

I furrowed my brows and said, “Why don’t you go to the hospital to get a check-up first?”

The more I looked at Zhao Dafa, the more I felt that he wasn’t a bad man.

Zhao Dafa was a little surprised. I guessed he hadn’t expected me to care about his well-being.

He smiled at me and said, “Young man, do you want to know why I did those things to Old Chef?”

I nodded immediately.

Zhao Dafa sighed. “It was not I who wanted to harm him but the drum.”

Then, Zhao Dafa handed me his drum.

I was surprised to receive the drum.

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