Chu Feng had indeed spared his life, but with his Dantian broken, for people like him, a samurai, living on might be no better than living like a dog.
But Chu Feng didn't care what would happen to him in the future. He walked over, picked up the two toll booth operators, and put one in each hand into his own car, making a precautionary call to the police in the meantime.
After waking up the two toll booth workers, they were extremely grateful to Chu Feng, and even generously waived the toll for Chu Feng's trip back from Yanjing.
"Giving away a rose leaves a lingering fragrance on your hand; it seems being a good person does have its perks," Chu Feng didn't let the frustrations of the trip affect his mood much.
After all, Chu Feng wasn't a gentleman, he had avenged all his enemies on the spot.
When he got home, it was already past midnight. However, because they knew that Chu Feng was coming back, the lights in the room were still on.
