Xiajun was deemed fit enough to return to the guest house the next day, though his bruises were worse than ever.
"They'll fade in a week or two," the nurse assured as she pressed a white jar into his hands. "Though remember to take care of the wounds and dress them properly. Apply the ointment if the pain doesn't go away."
"I'll keep that in mind," he said as he put the white jar in his pocket along with the mask he had found on the previous night. "Take care."
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He wasn't surprised to see that his room had been wrecked, ransacked from top to bottom in search of something valuable. His suitcase had been flipped over and all the contents were piled out in a heap. The mattress had been overturned and slashed with a dagger, though his phone had been left on his nightstand.
But most importantly, his gun was gone. He didn't want to think what the culprit would do with it.