211: Chapter 211 Let's just make do with it.

Master Bai Mudan shot a fierce glare at Sima Lei. Seeing his pathetic, punk-like appearance, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, despite her outward anger.

Judging by the current situation, this contact point had not been betrayed to the enemies lurking in the shadows.

The man before her—his speech, expression, posture, and attire—was every bit the small-time punk.

Although he was quite handsome, Master Bai Mudan had absolutely no interest in appreciating it.

Whether he was a punk or someone else, as long as he wasn't an enemy, that was enough.

With nearly twenty years of experience as a mercenary, Master Bai Mudan had sufficient confidence in her own judgment.

"Fine, fine, don't be angry. I won't look, I won't look around anymore."

Feeling the chill radiating from Master Bai Mudan, Chu Yuan deliberately acted scared, nodding repeatedly and promising again and again.

At this moment, although Master Bai Mudan was severely injured, her hands were stained with blood, and the powerful killing intent emanating from her was more than enough to subdue the punk before her.

The most important part of roleplaying is to clearly recognize the identity and status of the character one is portraying.

For some time now, Chu Yuan had often played roleplaying games with women like Su Mingyue, bringing his characters to life vividly.

Dealing with Master Bai Mudan now was simply a piece of cake.

Seeing that the man no longer looked at her with that evil gaze, Master Bai Mudan said nothing more.

For her current condition, the most urgent priority was to find a place to treat her wounds.

She couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Chu Yuan, so she walked right past him, limping toward the living room.

The moment she reached the living room, she saw a pile of peanut and sunflower seed shells, which Master Bai Mudan found unbearable to look at.

Seeing that the Nether Palace gave this punk a large sum of money every year, it seemed this guy was truly a failure.

Upon closer inspection, the entire house was old and dilapidated; the only thing that could be considered decent was the broken sofa in front of her.

With a furrowed brow, Master Bai Mudan pondered for a moment before rushing to the sofa and sitting down slowly.

When she looked up again at the punkish man, she saw him with his hands clasped together, head lowered in tension, not daring to meet her gaze.

Clearly, Master Bai Mudan's display of power earlier had frightened Chu Yuan quite a bit.

Seeing the punkish man trembling with fear from just a few of her words, Master Bai Mudan finally spoke in a slightly softer tone, explaining her purpose for coming here and what she urgently needed.

"I need scissors, pliers, alcohol, and cotton. Get them ready for me immediately. I need them to clean my wounds."

As Master Bai Mudan said this, to continue intimidating Chu Yuan, she picked up the ashtray nearby and gave it a light squeeze.

The entire ashtray was crushed into powder by Master Bai Mudan as if it were made of foam.

Then, the woman looked at the man, who was trembling from head to toe, with a gaze sharper than a blade, and said with disdain: "Don't worry, as long as you serve me wholeheartedly, I will give you a sum of money once my injuries have healed."

"Keep your mouth shut. You should know what to say and what not to say. Just pretend you have never seen me, and that I have never been here."

"If you leak my whereabouts, I will make you know the price you will have to pay."

"This ashtray is your fate. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Clear, very clear."

Chu Yuan looked at Master Bai Mudan, who was severely injured and bleeding, yet still pretending to be composed and threatening him.

His heart was already filled with glee at this moment.

However, on the surface, Chu Yuan did not show any signs of fear; instead, he feigned a cowardly appearance.

After being threatened by Master Bai Mudan, he nodded and agreed to prepare these items for her.

Since he intended to play a good game of roleplay with this woman, Chu Yuan naturally had to take meticulous care of such a patient.

He couldn't treat her like he did Ye Yun, directly causing the other party to contract some unspeakable strange disease, or even playing them to death.

"Boss, my home is too poor. You mentioned things that I don't have at all. I only have a quilt, nail clippers, and white liquor. Can we use these as substitutes?"

Chu Yuan pretended to rummage through cabinets at home for a long time.

Seeing Master Bai Mudan lying on the sofa with a painful expression, as if she were about to kick the bucket at any moment, Chu Yuan forced himself to suppress his laughter and walked out with some random substitutes.

"If there are no pliers, bring me a kitchen knife instead."

Master Bai Mudan looked at the things in Chu Yuan's hands, especially the blackened nail clippers, and wished she could rush forward and give Chu Yuan a good beating.

However, given her current injuries, she didn't have much strength to spare, so she had to settle for second best.

She understood that in such a broken, dilapidated place, there wouldn't be many medical tools, so she would just have to make do with these to suppress the injury for now.

At this moment, the shrapnel was completely embedded in her flesh, and the lead poison on the shrapnel was corroding her skin and flesh inch by inch.

She had been suffering in this pain for over ten hours and had already sensed that her flesh and skin had suffered severe erosion; she had reached her limit.

If this continued without suppressing the injury, she feared that before long, even if she were lucky enough to save her life, her cultivation for the rest of her life would be completely ruined.

"Boss, this is my kitchen knife."

Chu Yuan also knew that he couldn't delay any longer, otherwise, if Master Bai Mudan noticed something amiss, it would be a disaster.

He hurriedly ran back to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife that hadn't even been washed after chopping chili peppers, and brought it directly to Master Bai Mudan.

"Most of my wounds are on my back, and I can't treat them myself."

"Hurry up and use the knife; help me cut open the flesh and take out the shrapnel inside."

At this moment, Master Bai Mudan, due to excessive blood loss and the lead poison entering her body, had reached her physical limit; her head was already becoming dizzy.

She didn't have the energy to pay attention to Chu Yuan's small actions.

She simply took off her coat, bent over, lay on the sofa, and ordered Chu Yuan, who was holding the kitchen knife nearby.