Yang Fei and An Zichen turned around and saw a burly man in his thirties.
He was wearing a dark green camouflage suit, behind him were over two hundred soldiers of the Night Army.
Yang Fei didn't know this man, but An Zichen nodded slightly.
"Ada, you were frightened."
Luo Sheng came forward, exchanged a few words with Ada, then Ada and his soldiers stood guard defensively.
Luo Sheng and the soldiers of the Night Army's third battalion, meanwhile, led the Changfeng Squad towards the Dragon Castle.
Ten minutes later, Ye, who had already received the news, came out to greet them.
To Yang Fei's surprise, Ye was sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a thin blanket.
His voice was weak and frail, seriously injured.
However, despite this, Ye's eyes remained calm, his shy smile seemed especially warm and friendly to Yang Fei.
He strode over, gently hugged Ye, showing great concern.
"How serious is your injury, who did it?"
Ye gave a bitter smile, "A woman."
