Some buddies drove up while another sat in the passenger seat.
Having received a message beforehand, they all knew that transportation lines at this time were incredibly dangerous to travel on.
So, they mounted a machine gun on the passenger seat.
Before even getting close to Chi Chuan, they fired at the gang besieging him, rat-a-tat-tat shooting away.
In no time, the gang attempting to rob Chi Chuan was wiped out.
The garbage truck slowly came by and cleaned up the corpses off the ground, one by one.
A buddy pulled over, jumped out of the vehicle, and anxiously looked at Chi Chuan, who was covered in blood, and asked,
"Chuanzi, how are you holding up?"
Chi Chuan put down his gun, bowed his head, and used his own clothes to wipe the blood off his face.
Opening his eyes, he said,
"It's nothing. Keep driving and hurry to deliver the goods."
He spoke carelessly, and as he talked, blood kept spurting from his head.
But Chi Chuan didn't think it was a big problem.
