Chen Cang clicked on the vaguely forming question mark.
"Ding! NPC Zhang Dalong has issued a task: stitch up the wound and the tattoo on the arm. The reward will be determined by the outcome—the more satisfied Zhang Dalong is, the richer the reward will be!"
When Chen Cang looked up again, he had made up his mind to keep this person here!
He raised his hand and shouted!
"Stop right there!"
Zhang Dalong was about to leave when he was startled by the sudden shout, just like the feeling of being caught by a teacher while skipping school!
He felt somewhat sheepish and guilty!
Chen Cang: "Sit down!"
For some reason, Zhang Dalong suddenly felt like sitting down, his legs not quite obeying him.
Zhang Dalong, with widened eyes, seemed to want to argue about something, but noticed that Chen Cang had already picked up a knife.
So he chose to shut his mouth!
Or should we say... he was angry but dared not speak?