When Mr. Ye reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmed down, he had no idea which part of himself was injured. His chest wasn't heaving, and then a stream of bright red flowed out of his mouth. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and only stained the car's interior trim instead of spraying it all over the people inside. Even so, the stench of blood in the car still made some people feel a heavy, oppressive dignity.
"Can't you stop puking blood already?"
