"Master Zhang, today's accident is partly my responsibility. I shouldn't have worried so much, should have spoken up early, then nothing would have happened, and now you're injured."
Seeing Zhang Su's face covered in scars, Meng Changwei felt a multitude of emotions and a bit annoyed by his own persistence.
"These minor injuries are nothing. Look at them, then look at me, isn't this much stronger?"
Zhang Su pointed at the corpses of Flying Wolf Gang members being carried away.
Meng Changwei shook his head with a bitter smile: "Master Zhang, no matter what, I have to make amends. We brought a lot of supplies on this trip, the vehicles are parked in the village. You can have them counted and handed over to Celestial Horse Island as a gesture of apology."
Many people around, including members of the Yama Corps and those from Bridge Town, were taken aback by Meng Changwei's generous offer.
