Yao Beikun was in so much pain that he didn't want to speak, but he still couldn't help but weakly curse, "Damn Zhang Long, still scheming against me at this time. You better burn to ashes, or when I recover, I swear I'll whip your corpse!"
If he can still curse, his injuries must not be too severe.
Xiao Ye endured his own injuries while searching for his other subordinates; some were seriously injured, some even never made it out...
Within less than 10 minutes, the ambulance arrived.
Everyone was taken to the private hospital in the city center.
Xiao Ye, Abiao, and Yao Beikun all had external injuries, which looked somewhat gruesome, but they would recover very quickly.
Only for the other subordinates...
Xiao Ye's face was stern.
But it was said that Zhang Long was blown to bits, his face unrecognizable and his body torn apart, which was considered a fitting retribution.
Eyes shifting slightly.
Yao Beikun appeared in his hospital room wrapped up like a mummy.
