Chapter 85 : Becoming Enemies
Becoming Enemies
"Do you have any iodine? Alcohol will do as well."
As the boy at the counter was still lost in his fantasies, the girl had already walked up to the counter, her lips opening slightly as she asked in a crisp, cold voice.
"Uh, uh... Do you mean the kind for disinfecting wounds? We don't have iodine here, only medical alcohol. I'll get it for you right away!"
Regaining his senses in a split second, the boy snapped out of his daze and hurriedly turned around to rummage frantically through the medicine cabinet behind him.
After a dozen or so seconds, a small plastic bottle filled with a colorless liquid was placed on the counter between them.
"The alcohol you asked for, 75 degrees, five yuan."
"Thank you."
Taking out her phone from the pocket of her hoodie, the girl scanned the payment code on the counter.
As she took out the phone, the counter boy noticed that its screen was covered with many spiderweb-like cracks, and that there was some dust stuck stubbornly to the elbows and shoulders of her black hoodie.
Did she come to buy medical alcohol to disinfect a wound because she accidentally fell and got hurt?
Despite her petite and soft appearance, she's actually a tough girl... how unexpected.
In that instant, just relying on his own mental scene-building, the boy's affection for the girl before him soared rapidly.
On the other side, Cecilia also felt a bit of relief.
Although the screen was cracked in several places, the camera was still intact, and she could still use it for essential scanning and payment. In all the misfortune, this was at least some small luck.
Opening the payment page, Cecilia thought for a moment, then spoke up again, "Please also get me a pack each of gauze, medical tape, and cotton swabs."
"Al... Alright."
None of the items she requested were hard to find. Soon, the boy found everything Cecilia wanted.
"Thirteen yuan in total. Let me put them in a bag for you."
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary."
After paying, Cecilia picked up her newly purchased items, turned around, and briskly walked straight to the door.
Leaving the counter boy alone, silently staring at her departing figure.
A fateful encounter—had ended.
A moment later, a mechanical female voice sounded in the shop.
"WeChat payment received, eleven yuan."
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Leaving the pharmacy and walking east for a few dozen meters, Cecilia found a bench by the roadside and sat down. She tore open the packaging of the things she just bought and began preparing to treat the wound on her leg.
Compared with Brother Dao and the other two, her injuries this time were very light. Only two spots were worth special attention—one was a bruise on her left shoulder, the other was an abrasion on her right knee.
There wasn't much that could be done for the bruising on her left shoulder. Muscle and bone injuries take a hundred days to heal. Even though it hadn't reached that level, it could only be left to mend slowly.
Bending over slightly and using the weak glow of a streetlamp, Cecilia inspected the wound on her right knee.
When Brother Dao shoved her, her right knee scraped against the hard sidewalk tiles, not only leaving a blood-red, palm-sized graze, but also embedding a lot of dust and small pebbles in the wound. As the fiery pain continued to sting, some translucent fluid started to seep out. If it wasn't treated well, it could easily become infected—the situation looked quite grim.
Using a freshly opened cotton swab to dip in alcohol, Cecilia began cleaning her wound.
The instant the alcohol touched exposed muscle, it felt like it was being grilled in flames, and she couldn't help but furrow her brows. However, after having experienced 100% pain simulation training in games, this pain was ordinary for her, and was completely tolerable.
After spending a few minutes thoroughly cleansing the wound with alcohol, and when the blood-red flesh was finally fully exposed, she let out a faint sigh of relief, took out a piece of medical gauze to cover it, left a gap for ventilation, and fixed it securely with tape.
After patching herself up, Cecilia didn't hurry home. Instead, she took out her phone and opened her contact list.
On the shattered screen, there was an unfamiliar number with no remark.
This was the phone number of Brother Hu that she had just obtained from Brother Dao.
After a round of questioning, her thinking had become especially clear: the person who came up with the "missing person poster" plan was Dragon Abyss, but he was extremely cautious. To avoid implicating himself, he had always hidden behind the scenes in Donghai City, letting the local gang boss in Xijiang—Brother Hu—handle all operations.
Thus, if she wanted to minimize the impact of the "missing person poster" incident, Cecilia had to deal with the greatest immediate threat to herself—Brother Hu—before she could go after Dragon Abyss.
Thinking this, Cecilia no longer hesitated and directly dialed the number.
At the same time, over a dozen kilometers away in a game arcade—
Wang Hu had just sent several of his men to the clinic, and was feeling anxious, when suddenly his phone rang in his pocket.
He fished out his phone and saw that the caller was an unfamiliar local Xijiang number. Wang Hu hesitated, then pressed the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, asking gruffly, "Hello? Who are you?"
A moment later, a cold, emotionless female voice came from the other end of the line.
"Why do you ask? Weren't you looking for me all this time?"
Hearing this, Wang Hu was so shocked that he nearly dropped his phone. Thinking of the attack on his men, he quickly retorted viciously, "So you're the one who injured my guys? Damn, you were that ruthless? Aren't you afraid I'll call the cops?"
Even though Wang Hu had been in the underworld for years, the first time he saw his three men in that condition, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
A frail little girl who, with only a small knife, could put three grown men in that state—especially the wound on Brother Dao's lower abdomen, which looked serious but had perfectly avoided anything fatal.
Wang Hu truly didn't want to get on the wrong side of someone like her.
"Call the cops?"
There was a pause on the other end, and then the girl chuckled lightly. "Even gangsters run to the police when things go bad, huh? Don't say things that only scare little kids. I could lend you courage ten times over, and you still wouldn't dare call the cops, would you?"
Exposed by the girl on the other end, Wang Hu was struck dumb for a moment. He owned several illegal internet cafes and game arcades, dabbled in all kinds of unlawful business, and with the recent crackdown nationwide, people in the underworld were jittery—he even felt guilty at the sight of traffic cops these days. He truly didn't dare call the police.
However, as the boss of the southern district of Xijiang City, Wang Hu still put on a tough front. "Why wouldn't I call? You beat my men up that badly—that's seriously injuring someone. You're still a student, right? As long as I call the police and the cops catch you, your life is finished!"
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Sick, wuwuwu, taking one more day off.