"Chen, you've saved my life again." Sitting down, the gang leader gave Chen Zhao a warm hug.
"I'm happy that none of you pointed a gun at my head this time."
There was a moment of awkwardness for all the four present.
"Do any of you still have injuries or discomfort?"
Nesta and Sanders had the same kind of injuries, but they were very minor and there were no signs of inflammation.
"Mr. Chen, can you ask it to... go away?" Sanders was horrified by Raymond who was coiled up before him.
"He's called Raymond. You can tell him yourself."
"Stop... stop joking. It's your pet."
Hiss...
"Snakes are really too scary... I prefer dogs..."
Raymond had already opened his mouth, displaying his pair of poisonous fangs.
Sanders' hair all stood up in fear, but his arm was held firmly by Chen Zhao.
"He doesn't like that sentence in particular. You better apologize," Chen Zhao said as he treated Sanders' injuries.
