A wide, blood-stained gray cloth was wrapped around Anglo's waist. He was in good spirits, his voice full of vigor, not at all like someone whose abdomen had been sliced completely open.
Seeing Fang Zhen look over, Anglo laughed heartily, unafraid of aggravating his wound. He pointed to his stomach and said:
"The handiwork of those monstrous trash is pathetic! They only managed to slice open my belly without damaging any organs or my intestines. I slapped some Alchemy Ointment on it, and it's pretty much healed. I'm almost fully recovered now."
Anglo turned to Fang Zhen. "That Alchemy Bow I left you... I was planning on just giving it to you. But now, I'm going to use it alongside you to protect the warriors heading out of the city. You're not thinking of keeping it, are you? HAHAHA!"
Hearing Anglo's teasing words, Fang Zhen smiled. "I was just worried you wouldn't have the strength to draw it."
