Yvette was in agony; she almost could not suppress her impulse to go forward to check on Chester's wound.

'Brother Chester chose to do that instead of harming one of us....'

However, she knew that Chester's sacrifice would be wasted if she showed her concern.

She withheld herself when she thought of that.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Chester wrapped his wound as he stared at Zhang Jue. "I have proved my sincerity. Do you still have any suspicion?" He did not even look at his severed arm on the ground as he talked.

For him, losing an arm was nothing compared to saving others' lives.

Phew!

Zhang Jue took a deep breath and stared at Chester for a dozen seconds before he finally nodded. "Fine, Master Wilson, you're an indomitable man, indeed. I'd be wasting your talent if I still have any suspicion."

He turned to his subordinates and instructed, "Hurry, get Master Wilson some medication. Take the others back to the prison cell."

Chester froze and exclaimed hurriedly, "Mr. Zhang, didn't you prom