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At this time, David was driving the car aimlessly in the city.

He didn't even bandage his wounds-not because he couldn't, but because of the pain and anger in his heart that he didn't feel like treating his wounds.

After the car ran out of fuel, David simply got out of the car and walked on the street.

Just then, he heard a voice shouting "Sugar- coated haws" from an alley afar.

Instantly