Late night.
Outside a forest.
Rustling—
Zhang Feng walked out from the forest, took a look at his swollen arm, then turned to the weary Captain Sun who had just emerged from the woods,
"Captain Sun, the bodies of the three men have been disposed of, but I took the guns.
The injury on my arm will take a few days to heal.
I need something for protection."
"Didn't say I wanted your gun." Captain Sun rubbed his aching head, "I've done this deed, no point in making grand speeches.
All I can say is, if you can avoid using it, do so.
Once the gun goes off, many things become difficult to handle."
After saying this, he suddenly invited, "How about this, if you've got nothing else, come back with me.
Stay with me, usually, no one will bother you, and you'll have time to heal."
"Forget it." Zhang Feng shook his head, "I'm used to my freedom, and don't want to trouble you.
Let's part ways here, and keep in touch if anything comes up."
