Chapter 52

Tank stepped forward and yanked the towel from the man's hand. A gash nearly an inch long split open across his head. Along the edges of the wound and in his hair, yellow-black metal shavings were clearly visible. It was a horrifying sight. Tank sucked in a sharp breath of air. "Young people these days really don't know how to hold back. Levi, who did this to you? That cut is vicious." "Dr. Wallace, please stop talking. My head is spinning." "Get him inside." Tank waved his hand, and two of Levi's underlings immediately carried him into the clinic. Tank immediately found a hair clipper and, without a word, prepared to shave Levi's head. "What are you doing?" Levi jolted and stared at Tank with alarm. "Shaving your head. How am I supposed to stitch you up if I don't clear the area?" "No. My hairstyle cannot be messed up." Carl and I stood nearby watching the scene. When we heard those words, we both burst out laughing. This guy was something else. Blood was pouring out of his