Silver needles appeared in Ye Chen's hand, which were embedded into the injured worker's arm. The latter instantly felt a warm current stimulating his arm, even making him feel a little comfortable.
"Don't worry. It's not a big deal."
Ye Chen glanced at another worker and said, "Help me take care of him."
"Alright… Boss."
After doing all this, Ye Chen's gaze fell on the Hummers. When the doors opened, a few people got out, some young men and women, as well as a proud-looking young man and two old men.
From their auras, one could tell that they were martial artists.
The old men stood by the young man's side to protect him. Their eyes were filled with vigilance and coldness.
The expert from Dark Hall with the helmet arrived at this moment. His eyes were cold as he stared at these people and said coldly, "Who are you? Why did you destroy our work?"
