"Ye Wudao, do I need to prepare anything?" Song Tianqi asked at his side.
"No need."
No sooner had Ye Wudao's words fallen than he slapped Jun Zi directly on the abdomen, eliciting a scream of agony from a man who had seen his fair share of gun battles, now sweating cold beads from the pain.
However, the pain was but a fleeting moment. Soon after, Jun Zi felt a warmth spreading in his belly as if a blaze had ignited within. Not only was the agony gone, but instead, it brought a surprisingly comfortable sensation that made him exclaim involuntarily.
About a minute later, Ye Wudao had withdrawn his hand from Jun Zi's body, and there, in the palm of his hand, was a blood-stained bullet head that had not been there before.
"All right, you'll be fine. Just apply some YN white medicine after you go back."
As he removed the Blackwood Needles from his body without even bothering to bandage the wound, Ye Wudao bluntly instructed him.
"It's... over just like that?"
