He had actually wanted to call the police when he first met one of the members, but Haoyu had stopped him from doing so. He had said it was best if they didn't interfere, which made sense. Qian followed Haoyu's advice and began carrying a sharp object, just in case.
The man approached the cashier, staggering. His eyes were unfocused, also holding his head, which was bleeding profusely. A gentle night breeze blew, causing the door to open slightly. The jingle bells, caught in the wind, rang happily, echoing in the silent night. Before he knew it, the man was already in front of the cashier, staring intently at Qian.
"Argh, damn it!" he groaned in pain.
Qian took out the object he had kept in his pocket and gripped it tightly.
"Don't be afraid, I don't hurt anyone," he said.
Qian remained wary, his shoulders shaking violently. His mind was telling him to leave immediately, but with his broken leg, there was no guarantee he could escape the man.
"Are you a local?" the man asked, but Qian hesitated to answer. Why would a stranger ask where he lives? Moreover, Qian suspected the man was a gangster.
"Sorry, I don't feel comfortable answering." his voice trembled, swallowing hard.
"Yes, I know. A stranger asking where you live, covered in blood, must be terrifying, right?" the man laughed, but the pain in his voice was still audible.
"Whatever you want. I just need help healing my wounds. If you don't want it, that's fine." he finished with a heavy sigh. Qian initially wanted to refuse, but Haoyu had told him never to offend a gangster.
"I live in the city; I'll be back after my shift," Qian replied.
"Oh, and before I forget, my name is Ash."
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