The wound looked quite vicious. If it was a little further down, the person would have died.
'Looks like this wound must be the reason behind Samuel’s hostility toward Johnson,' Thomas thought.
As expected, Samuel raised his voice and said, “Back then, Johnson and I were classmates. He offended a group of young rascals in the society. After school, he was held up in front of the school gate and did not have the guts to fight nor flee. It’s me who protected him from those young rascals. It's me who bought him the time to escape from the rascals. Because of this, I was stabbed by one of the gangsters."
“Everyone, look at this. This was the wound that remained as a result of the event in the past. If I wasn’t fortunate enough, I would have been dead! A few more inches closer, and my life would be gone. But even so, I remained in bed for half a year.”
He buttoned back his shirt.
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