"I was attacked by the Miller Family's people, but fortunately, I realized it early and called Lydia Howell for help. Otherwise, I reckon things would have been even worse today."
Carson Flores grimaced as he stripped off his clothes, revealing multiple abrasions and long gashes on his body caused by shattered bricks and stones.
Although these wounds weren't very severe, as he was protected by Gang Qi, the large number and size of them made his upper body look severely battered, quite a frightening sight.
Carson found a pair of shorts to put on and stood up, "My head is full of dust, I'm going to wash my hair."
Shirley Miller stood up as well, "The wounds can't get wet. I'll help you."
Carson didn't refuse, "Okay."
The two headed to the bathroom, where Shirley draped a bath towel over Carson's shoulders, shielding his shoulders and back, and then picked up the shower head, lowering it and adjusting the water temperature.
