After eating another sausage provided by Oscar, Zhao Wuxi's wounds began to heal rapidly, and the pain also somewhat diminished.
Tang San had just recovered a bit of his Inner Strength when it was once again depleted. This time he didn't even manage to speak before he fainted, but fortunately, Oscar was beside him and quickly caught him in his arms.
Zhao Wuxi was powerful, and his injuries were only superficial and not serious. Under the effect of Oscar's sausages and smoked sausages, he had recovered about ninety percent in a short while.
Looking at Tang San who had collapsed in Oscar's arms, Zhao Wuxi frowned slightly and said, "Mubai, you're responsible for getting these four freshmen settled in. School starts tomorrow. Nobody touch the weapons scattered around; some are poisoned. When he wakes up, let him clean it up himself."
With that, Zhao Wuxi turned and left.
