In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"It's time to go back." Li Xiao stood up, carrying his bag. The guns weren't particularly heavy, but with his vest, helmet, and other items, the weight was close to 100 pounds.

This weight was naturally easy for Li Xiao, but it was particularly difficult for Constantine with his injured arm.

Zha Kang gritted his teeth and struggled to drag the package, the dark brown stains on the bandages beginning to smudge with bright red again.

This guy's bandages kept getting wet and then dry, and his complexion got worse and worse after the excitement wore off.

Seeing that he was about to bleed to death, Li Xiao simply gathered all the equipment the two of them had collected together and carried it out by himself.

Originally, Zha Kang wanted to call the biotechnology company to have someone come and collect the body so he could make another profit, but Li Xiao stopped him.

Only someone out of their mind would announce it so widely. If the person who comes isn't Kong Xuan, one phone call could expose all three of them and they'd be in deep trouble.

"Are you alright? Let me change your bandage first." Li Xiao put down the package, walked to Zha Kang's side, and prepared to untie his bow. "Remember to go to the hospital to stitch up your wound when you have time. It can't stay like this forever. Of course, if you trust me, I can stitch it up for you, but there's no anesthesia."

"No thanks, buddy," Constantine said with a wry smile. "I can't go to the hospital. 30 won't even cover the surgery fee. How about you do it? Just be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

"Alright, I'll try my best. By the way, Ms. Gen Shinji, could I borrow the iron needles you have on you for a moment? And do you have any thread on you?"

When borrowing something from someone, Li Xiao felt it was necessary to be polite. Along the way, he sensed that this cherry blossom girl, apart from being a bit dull, didn't harbor any malicious intentions.

Moreover, she has a very resilient personality; even though the cage was filthy, she was still willing to go in to rescue the hostages.

Of course, except for that deadpan face that was radiating cold air.

He has a handsome face, but he's like a block of wood all day long.

As for the initial dispute, he was too lazy to dwell on it.

However, this doesn't mean he would fawn over her. The biggest concession he could make was simply overcoming his prejudice against Gen Shinji. In his mind, other aspects of life were still considered animalistic, only Gen Shinji had barely been transformed from a bastard into a human.

"Use my hair," Gen Shinji said, pulling out a strand of his hair and taking a perforated silver needle from his needle case at his waist. "Remember to return it after you're done."

"I don't understand where you learned to throw needles. Shouldn't you be using kunai or something similar? Have you read The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?" Li Xiao took the needle and asked curiously.

"A leisurely life?!" Gen Shinji's pupils suddenly went black. "You..."

Before Genji could finish his sentence, Li Xiao interrupted him.

"Yeah, your country is small, isn't it? I think it's okay for me to call it a small-town life."

Li Xiao gently tugged at Yuan Zhensi's body hair; this woman's hair was clearly meticulously cared for with high-end conditioner every day.

Although the hair strands are fine, they look shiny and lustrous, clearly indicating good quality hair.

Moreover, it is so tough that it is comparable to fishing line, and it can be used as a sewing thread without any problem.

Gen Shinji's chest bounced up and down, like a series of overlapping mountains. The shadows cast by the lamplight carried a considerable sense of oppression.

Yuan Zhensi was so angry she almost developed hyperplasia. Originally, Li Xiao's tone had softened, and she was still a little upset.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he insulted his own country, almost making his delicate nose crooked with anger.

This little bastard must be a male brat, always stirring things up with his words. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hold back.

"Then you're young too!"

"What?"

Li Xiao laughed out loud. He can't even swear properly, yet he claims to be involved in the underworld.

Constantine's lips twitched. Saying a man is small is too aggressive. Why is Li Xiao still laughing? He really can't understand Li Xiao's brain circuit.

Li Xiao wanted to say something to her, but considering that she had borrowed the items, he didn't bother to argue with her.

He won't get angry if you say he's small, just like pointing at a small dog and saying it's a fat 300-pound guy.

"Hey lady, be more mature and sophisticated," Constantine said in a lecturing tone, "especially for a beautiful older woman like you."

Gen Shinji took a few deep breaths before reverting to his zombie-like appearance.

But what does "年上" mean?

"You learn words pretty quickly," Li Xiao grinned, casually untying his bow.

This guy really knows how to apply what he's learned.

The edges of the wound on my arm were white, and fluid mixed with blood was seeping out from inside.

"I'm about to begin."

"Come on... Oh, Wang Defa!" Constantine's pupils dilated instantly, and Li Xiao took the opportunity to take out the smallest American ginseng from his pocket, pinch off a section and stuff it into Constantine's mouth.

His next words were abruptly cut off.

Li Xiao's technique was exquisite; apart from Constantine screaming when the first needle was inserted, there was almost no sound afterward.

The tiny needle tip, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, precisely stitches the damaged flesh, using the internal suturing method, which has the advantages of minimal trauma and rapid recovery.

Shinji watched from the side, his fox-like eyes gleaming. Constantine really knew a lot. Compared to him, it seemed that all he knew was how to swing a knife and chop people, a half-baked tea ceremony, and some flower arranging techniques.

Even such a strong little devil can learn so much.

It seems I've been a bit stuck in my ways. Once I get out of here, I can try learning some other skills.

Of course it wasn't for that little devil.

"Oh my god, are you trying to kill me with bitterness?!" Constantine swallowed hard, finally managing to swallow the ginseng stuck in his throat. "Ah, I've never eaten anything so bitter in my life. Thank you so much!"

He opened his mouth wide and kept scraping his tongue with his fingernails, as if trying to remove the bitterness.

Hmm, my complexion has returned to normal. It seems the American ginseng is working surprisingly well, which puts my mind at ease.

With the last stitch, Constantine's wound was completely stitched up. From the surface, there was only a thin cut, and it didn't look like a big hole at all. It looked like a stretch mark.

"Amazing!" Even a complete novice like Constantine could see the exquisite skill in Li Xiao's suturing technique, and he gave him a thumbs up repeatedly: "Open a private clinic, I think you can make a lot of money."

In America, gunshot wounds are the most common occurrence every day. Li Xiao's ability to stitch up such meticulous wounds is definitely enough to earn a living in this field.

"It's not impossible, but can I get the certificate? I've studied a bit of everything, and I also know a little acupuncture." Li Xiao stroked his chin, clearly taking the advice to heart.

"I'm afraid that won't work, buddy." Constantine gave him a helpless look. "You can't have it both ways; that would be practicing medicine without a license."

"Okay, then forget it." Li Xiao didn't think he could do that, and opening a shop on the street and waiting for customers to come in every day would be too slow to make money.

It would be faster to give physical therapy to wealthy ladies.