"Brother Huzi?"

"Brother Huzi?"

Huang Xiaolong climbed out of the small path, looked around, called out left and right, looking for Brother Huzi sent by Brother Peng.

Finally, under a big tree beside the mountain road, Huang Xiaolong saw a black SUV.

"Brother Huzi!"

Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong ran all the way and came to the off-road vehicle with excitement on his face.

The car window slowly lowered, and a thin man was sitting in the driver's seat. He looked nothing like Brother Hu.

"Is it Huang Xiaolong?" the man asked.

"It's me, you are...Brother Huzi?" Huang Xiaolong asked back.

“Get in the car!”

Brother Huzi nodded and waved to Huang Xiaolong to get in the car.

"Okay!"

Huang Xiaolong was not shy at all. He quickly opened the door and got into the car, saying with a smile, "Brother Huzi, you are such a good person. You came to pick me up so late at night."

"ah?"

Hearing this, Hu Zi was slightly stunned. He never expected Huang Xiaolong to say this. He even felt a little ashamed.

Because at Brother Peng's suggestion, he had installed a row of very sharp small blades on the inside handle of the car door.

The reason was simple, he just wanted to test whether Huang Xiaolong had the ability to heal himself.

According to Brother Peng, if the wound didn't heal within fifteen seconds, he could be kicked out of the car.

But if he can heal within fifteen seconds, he will be treated to delicious food and drinks and brought back to the group campus before dawn.

"Hiss...Wa Qu, what a sharp knife!"

Before Brother Huzi could come to his senses, Huang Xiaolong had already been hit.

He suddenly pulled back his right hand, and blood gushed out.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? Why are you so careless? Don't worry, I have medical supplies in my car."

Brother Huzi pretended to be surprised and rummaged through the drawers on both sides, but his eyes were always fixed on Huang Xiaolong's right hand.

Sure enough, in just a moment, the wound on Huang Xiaolong's hand healed and the bleeding stopped.

I lost?

Seeing this scene, Brother Huzi was completely stunned.

When Brother Peng assigned him the task at first, he thought it was a joke.

I didn't expect that such a person really existed. Isn't he a pure monster?

Huang Xiaolong casually wiped it on his trouser leg. Although there was still some blood, there was indeed no damage on his entire palm.

"Brother Huzi, don't bother me, it's just a superficial wound."

Huang Xiaolong said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Brother Huzi, I made your car dirty."

"Skin...skin injuries..."

Brother Hu was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "It's okay, it's dirty, it's not my car anyway."

Huang Xiaolong looked at Brother Huzi suddenly and asked in surprise: "Ah? Brother Huzi, did you steal this car?"

"Yes... no, no, this is our company's car." Brother Huzi explained.

"I see."

The phrase "our company" excited Huang Xiaolong, who had just entered the society. He looked around in the car and finally asked a soul-searching question:

"Brother Huzi, are the door handles of luxury cars nowadays equipped with blades as standard?"

"Hmm...hiss..."

Brother Huzi hesitated and blushed as he said, "No, I guess it's probably... some bastard in the company is playing a prank."

"Prank." Huang Xiaolong frowned slightly and said seriously:

"This is really a bit of a joke. A scratch on the hand or arm is not a big deal, but if this thing scratches the neck, I guess I will be unable to get out of bed for three or two days."

“Hmm…ah?”

After these words were spoken, Brother Huzi was stunned for a moment.

No...buddy, this joke is a bit too much.

But it seems like your joke is a bigger one, right?

What do you mean a couple of scratches on your hands and arms don’t matter? Do you think it was like fighting on the battlefield in ancient times?

It's not that it's unreasonable. Just assume that you are thick-skinned and can withstand blows and not be afraid of pain, so it's okay if you don't care.

But with two cuts on your neck, you tell me you can’t get out of bed for three or two days?

Also, what normal person can stick their head into a door handle?

Just when Brother Huzi was confused, he saw Huang Xiaolong already sticking his head towards the door handle.

Seeing this scene, Brother Huzi subconsciously widened his eyes.

No, buddy, are you serious?

I was just making a joke in my mind and didn't have the chance to speak out loud yet!

"Xiaolong, don't be impulsive! Surgery on the neck is no joke!" Brother Huzi quickly dissuaded him.

"Um?"

Huang Xiaolong looked back at Brother Hu Zi and said with a smile: "Brother Hu Zi, you misunderstood. I was thinking of taking this little thing off to prevent another colleague from getting hurt."

"Is that so?" Brother Huzi scratched his head and said, "You are a very nice person. Be careful."

“Small problem!”

Under Huang Xiaolong's rough method, the blade installed on the door handle was quickly removed.

"Brother Huzi, look, this knife is more ruthless than a scalpel."

Huang Xiaolong held the blade in front of Brother Hu Zi.

Looking at Xiaolong's bloody right hand and the sharp blade, Brother Huzi was instantly panicked.

Huang Xiaolong’s wounds healed so quickly... could it be that he has some magical power?

Could it be that... he has completely seen through my tricks and is pointing a finger at me?

It shouldn’t be possible... Never mind, let me express my opinion first.

After a moment of hesitation, Brother Huzi snatched the blade and threw it out of the window, saying in panic:

"Xiaolong, it was my carelessness that caused you to be cut by the razor blade. Don't forget it. Don't worry, I will investigate it carefully when I get back to see which bastard installed the razor blade on the car door. It's really his fault!"

After hearing these words, Huang Xiaolong felt so grateful.

"Brother Huzi, there's no need to bother with this matter. No one was killed. Thank you for your concern."

"Um……"

Brother Huzi nodded in surprise.

Well, it turns out that as long as no one dies, it’s not a big deal.

Although he was a little surprised, Brother Huzi was relieved to see that Huang Xiaolong reacted normally.

After a brief hesitation, Brother Huzi suggested, "Well, Xiaolong, it's getting late. Are you hungry? Let's get ready to go, shall we?"

"I'm not hungry, Brother Huzi, let's go!" Huang Xiaolong nodded.

"Okay!"

“…”

…

On the other side, Zhang Fan and others drove bus No. 13 all the way.

I went around the factory, factory dormitories, and nearby hospital one by one.

With the cooperation of Zhao Yong and Zhang Fan, the lost souls of the workers were sent back one by one.

Wang Kai, who was somewhat regretful, could not help but complain: "You guys are really good people. Maybe you will create some medical miracles tomorrow."

"Haha, brother Wang Kai, what are you afraid of when doing good things?"

Liu Jun, who had understood something along the way, continued.

"It's about time, let's go back to our homes." Zhang Fan suggested.

"Brother Zhang Fan, let me take you there." Liu Jun volunteered.

"Brother Liu, it's so late, there's no need to bother you, we can just take a taxi back."

Zhang Fan politely declined, but Liu Jun said seriously:

"Brother Zhang Fan, have you forgotten the information our Director Xiao showed you last time?"

"It's impossible to get a taxi after dark in South City right now."