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Finally, he was back at the information headquarters, ignoring the people around him.

He walked straight to the captain's command room. He was about to report at the door when his chest suddenly shook, as if it had been ripped apart. An intense pain spread throughout his body.

He couldn't hold on any longer, so he pushed open the door and walked into the captain's command room.

It didn't matter what the rules were. If he died, he would die. After all, death was now the only thing that mattered.

When the team members entered the command room, they closed the door behind them.

He finally couldn't hold it in any longer, spitting out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.

The captain who was originally sitting on the chair saw his subordinate who rushed in recklessly rush into his command room without reporting.

Just as he was about to curse, he saw that his subordinate had actually vomited blood and even fell to the ground.

What's going on, wasn't he going to the Taoist Cheng to deliver the message?

Unable to care about what happened, he left his chair and rushed to his subordinate's side.

He helped him up and sat down cross-legged before sitting down behind his subordinates.

Instantly circulating his cultivation technique, he condensed his cultivation and transmitted it to the palm of his hand.

The palm to palm balance each other's power, preventing the power from hurting their subordinates again.

He then placed his palms on his subordinates' backs and used his own energy to heal his subordinates' bodies.

When the leader used his own skill to heal his subordinates, he could feel the injuries on the leader's body. He didn't expect the injury to be so serious, especially the internal injury on his chest. It was simply an injury to his heart and lungs.

All the muscles in his body were slightly torn, as if they had been suppressed by someone else.

His internal organs were all slightly dislocated.

The captain was frightened by his subordinate's injuries. Why did his subordinate receive such a serious injury? What exactly happened at Taoist Cheng?

Logically speaking, the Taoist Cheng should not have the ability to make a move against an ordinary subordinate.

No, it was better to focus on treating his subordinates first.

The captain cast aside all distracting thoughts and slowly inserted the martial skill into his subordinate's body, urging the martial skill in his subordinate's body to start circulating.

When his cultivation technique was activated, his subordinate's power would circulate 36 cycles, leading the blood around his subordinate's body to gather at his heart.

He instantly retracted his palm, congealing a stream of power within it and struck towards his subordinate's back.

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

Only after seeing his subordinate spurt out a mouthful of blood did he feel at ease. However, it would take a long time for his subordinate to recover.

Moreover, he could not undergo intense exercise nor could he circulate his cultivation technique to fight. Otherwise, the tiny cracks in his muscles and meridians would be unable to withstand the immense pressure and would tear him apart even more.

If it was serious, then perhaps his meridians would be broken and his muscles broken. At that time, he would truly be a cripple.

He could only lie on the bed and turn into a vegetable.

Looking at his subordinates, he didn't know why they had become like this. He didn't feel good in his heart.

He did not know what happened to him at Taoist Cheng's place.

He could only wait for his subordinates to recover before he could find out what had happened.

Then, he retracted his cultivation. Right now, his subordinates should be able to circulate their own cultivation techniques to heal their wounds.

At this moment, the team members could feel that their captain was transferring cultivation techniques to heal their injuries. Combined with their team leader's luck, they allowed their captain to drive their cultivation to 36 cycles.

Finally, he hit the clot on his chest. Suddenly, he felt a palm strike on his back. The clot on his chest had been knocked out.

After spitting out the blood, he instantly felt much better.

After calming himself down, he continued to circulate his cultivation technique to heal his injuries.

The captain watched as his subordinates started circulating his own cultivation technique to heal his injuries.

Only then was he able to relax and look at the clotted blood that his subordinate had spat on the ground. Some of it had already congealed into pieces.

Ye Zichen frowned. This was something that would only happen if he forcefully endured the pain from the blood clot and didn't spit it out.

Why did his subordinates have to endure it? If it was the Taoist Cheng who did it, such a situation wouldn't have happened.

And his subordinates could still make it back alive.

There were too many questions. He decided to wait until his men recovered.

After that, a palm struck down towards the clotted blood that had sunk into the ground. The clump of clotted blood automatically covered the area where the clotted blood was located.

After that, there were no longer any traces of blood on the ground.

After dealing with this, he returned to being a subordinate that looked at his own injuries, waiting for his injuries to be fully healed.

As for the Taoist Cheng, a figure suddenly appeared in the tent. It seemed to be the member of the Special Operations Information Department.

"Leader, he has returned to the center of the Special Information Department and nothing strange has happened."

"That kid is very smart. As long as we avoid the crowd, others will see that we are injured."

With that, he disappeared.

However, Taoist Cheng was lying on the chair, as if he did not see the people beside him.

It was as if he was asleep and completely didn't know that someone had appeared by his side.

At this moment, the injured member was also suppressing the injuries on his body.

He used his hands to prop himself up and slowly stood up.

Looking at the captain, if it weren't for him using his powers to treat his wounds, he might really be finished.

The captain looked at his subordinate, who was about to stand up by himself, grabbed a towel off the table and threw it over.

"Wipe the blood off your face. If someone is like you and entered without informing you, it would be bad if they saw you."

The team member took the towel that the captain threw over and smiled at the captain. Surprisingly, he didn't even notify him and directly walked into his command room to complain.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a towel. Suddenly, his brain twitched as he threw the towel towards the captain.

The team members looked at the towels that flew towards the captain in midair.

How could he have the guts to throw the towel directly at the captain?

Was concealing his attributes suicidal?

The captain caught the towel with one hand and threw it into the trash can.

He looked at his subordinates.

"Bold enough, you actually threw a towel at me."

"Is it because I'm injured, or is it because I don't want to?"

"Don't think that just because you're injured, I won't dare to beat you up."

The team member awkwardly touched the back of his head, smiling to the point that his teeth couldn't be seen as he spoke to the team leader.

"My hands are cramping at the moment, my hands are cramping at the moment."

"Captain, if you hit me, can you wait until my injuries recover before beating me up?"

"If I were to beat you up now, it would be a waste of your effort to treat my injuries."

"I might get beaten up by you in the middle of a few minutes and die."