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Liu Chen was startled, it seemed that Li Qingwan had indeed run into trouble.
He hung up the phone and left immediately; Li Qingwan had previously told him about the house Zhang Tianfang was renting, and Liu Chen rode his motorcycle straight there.
The neighborhood where Zhang Tianfang's rental was located was chaotic, known in the city for migrant workers' residencies. The area was complex with low rent prices and notoriously poor and messy surroundings.
Riding his motorcycle through several twists and turns, after a series of winding alleys, Liu Chen finally found Zhang Tianfang in a cramped rental room.
At that moment, Zhang Tianfang was squatting on the ground, wrapping his wounds. His arm was injured, the bandages dyed bright red.
Upon seeing Liu Chen, Zhang Tianfang paused, then shook his head and sighed without saying a word.
