chapter 268 Nothing good comes of it

The bald man was unaware that due to the stuffiness inside and his vigorous activities, he had sweated profusely and kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, smearing blood on his hands. He then ran into an acquaintance who greeted him, "Bro, what happened? Did someone hit you? Who did it? I'll help you get back at them." "No, I was just watching a movie with a girl." "Then how did you get the blood on your head?" There happened to be a mirror in the hall, and upon looking at his reflection, the bald...