Qu xiujie's low laughter continued to come from the oxygen mask. It sounded particularly heartbreaking, as if even breathing was painful.
"Let me tell you, you foreigner. Every move you make is fatal. I'm afraid that the glass shard in my left arm is going to be crippled. If my left arm is crippled, how can I fight you?"
The medical staff sitting on the side looked at the two men curiously. They were clearly beaten up badly, but the two men seemed to be playing a game. They looked at each other without any hatred or dissatisfaction.
Instead, they looked like two long-time friends. The tragic fight just now was just like playing house, but it looked like the two of them had suffered heavy injuries.
One of them was heavy on the surface and looked like it was heavily injured, but in fact, it didn't hurt any vital parts. Perhaps the most serious part was the glass shards on his left arm, but this injury was very simple to deal with.
