"Cough cough~ there are indeed skilled masters out there."
In the pitch-black night, he stood next to a building, steadying his body with a hand against the wall that felt like asbestos board.
Tao Yu clutched his broken ribs, and aside from the bulletproof vest, his shoulder bore a fierce gunshot wound. With the infusion of Yuan Force, his ribs quickly healed, and the wound expelled the bullet.
Constantly replenishing his stamina in the forefront had consumed over three thousand Yuan Force, allowing him to maintain a high level of endurance.
Shadows could enter at any time, and an outburst could happen at any moment.
He had used another thousand Yuan Force to heal his injuries, which was a huge loss!
In truth, eating could have also aided in recovery, but there wasn't time for that now; Tao Yu had no choice but to bear the cost.
Looking at the large bundle wrapped in bed sheets before him, filled with miscellaneous items, Tao Yu had no idea how much he'd be able to recoup.
