After everyone had left, Liu Mou finally let down his guard, reached out, helped Liu Guoqiang to his feet, and walked him to his car.
"Am I dead?" Liu Guoqiang, slumped over Liu Mou's shoulder, asked weakly.
"You dead? That's premature," replied Liu Mou tirelessly. He then opened the car door and threw Liu Guoqiang onto the backseat. By this time, Liu Guoqiang lay there motionless, like a mud puddle.
Seeing this, Liu Mou sighed helplessly and thought to himself, "What can I say about you? At least put up some resistance, fight back even though your opponent is bigger and stronger."
Liu Mou got into the driver's seat, started the car, and sped off towards West Mountain City. Regardless of how bumpy the road was, he never considered Liu Guoqiang's comfort. To the uninformed, it might look like a form of forced maltreatment, but upon closer inspection, Liu Guoqiang's internal injuries were gradually healing.
