Looking at the tattooed arm on the ground, Chu Ping's face darkened, and he couldn't help but grip the dagger at his waist, cursing softly, "Damn it!"
Ma Jiang stared at the arm for a moment, took off the battle shield on his back, secured it to his left arm, and said in a deep voice, "Qi Yun, go check on Miao Wen and treat him!"
"Understood!" Wearing a robe and with a short staff at his waist, Qi Yun nodded and walked towards Miao Wen, who was vomiting blood profusely.
"Those bastards in the Gathering Area promised that this transmission channel could withstand five professionals!" Chu Ping pulled out the two daggers hanging from his waist, spun them in his palms, gripped them tightly, his eyes fierce. If those so-called experts from the Gathering Area were in front of him, he would not hesitate to stab them with a few large holes.
