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Grasping the "Murderer" by the collar with one hand, Han Fei lifted him up and walked towards Bai Xian, who was still in a state of extreme shock.
"Brother Bai, you must have seen very clearly that we were merely defending ourselves; it was he who first came at us with a knife."
Bai Xian's lower legs had no strength at all. As he watched Han Fei gradually approach him, his lips trembled and he stammered, "Yes, it was him who slashed at us first."
"Do you have any excess cloth on you? The situation was urgent before, and I might have hit him a bit too hard."
"Yes, I do." Bai Xian took off his expensive suit and tore a large piece from his shirt: "Is this enough?"
"Almost." Taking the piece of cloth Bai Xian had torn off, Han Fei made a simple bandage for the back of the "Murderer's" head to prevent life-threatening blood loss.