After carrying Ba Jiang back to the wooden house he had rented, Chen Mobai prepared to bid farewell and leave.

"Brother Chen, I can't thank you enough for your kindness. Once I recover from my injuries, I will prepare a generous gift for you."

Ba Jiang, lying weakly on the wooden bed, spoke with a wry smile.

"After all, we've met. If I had left you to die, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."