"You should have endured a bit longer!" Lotus had a slight hint of reproach. She understood what Xiao Lin wanted to do. Now that Poison Dragon is dead, there is one less person who can testify against Fatty Wang. "Why didn't you wait until after he finished speaking to act?"
Xiao Lin snorted, walked to Poison Dragon, whose eyes were still wide open in death. "It doesn't matter whether he speaks or not now." He pulled Lotus to sit on the ground. "I'll heal your injuries." He placed a palm on her upper abdomen, slowly guiding the recently scattered energy back to its original position. "Did you fight him before I came?" Lotus nodded, and Xiao Lin said no more.
"How do we handle this?"
"I've already instructed Officer Wu; she should arrive soon to clean up the mess here," Xiao Lin said indifferently.
"What do you plan to do next?"
"Now is not the time to ask about that." Xiao Lin's coldness made Lotus feel a strange sense of distance, just like when they first met. Was he angry?
