C122 Forced Suppression
"That's it?" He pulled out the short knife that had been stabbed into his palm and threw it to the side with an indifferent look. He did not even bandage the wound, instead, with his bloody hand, he took out another cigarette and lit it up, then looked at Loong Shen with a smile.
To say that it didn't hurt was a lie, but this little injury was nothing to Zuo Bo, after all