"Great! It is all thanks to you, Brother Ming. I'll take care of it very soon!" Boss Jun patted on Ming Zhao's shoulder as he stood up and walked away in a hurry.
The room turned completely empty, leaving the only person as Ming Zhao behind.
"Looks like a good show is about to happen soon. I really look forward to it, Boss Jun. Don't let me down."
Ming Zhao smiled maliciously, eyes full of expectation as he stared at the door.
***
"You got so badly hurt again. The wounds you got during the mission haven't healed yet, and now there is another one. Sigh… that old fatty is really so brutal!"
The infirmary doctor felt bad for this little lad who often came back with a lot of injuries, whether he went to finish a mission or went to see Boss Jun… he just couldn't get a rest.
But the young boy remained silent as the doctor wrapped his wounds properly, still thinking about something that he felt like more important than his own life.
