Number 500 cleverly approached and fished a cigarette out of his military pack, obsequiously lighting it for the other person, "Those dozens of beasts inside must be quite formidable; your injuries look serious."
The male captain could no longer hold the cigarette steady as sweat mingled with blood on his forehead. Gratefully, he clamped the cigarette between his lips, dragged on it fiercely, and exhaled clouds of white smoke: "I'd rather face dozens than have run-ins with those three deadly stars."
Three? As soon as the male captain's words left his mouth, Yijie's expression changed. He glanced at Ziyu then at Qidian.
"Give him basic treatment to stop the bleeding," Qidian weighed the situation. Little Eight's message only mentioned the Sicilian Blood Wolves, but given the circumstances, how could three Blood Wolves have inflicted such severe damage on a well-trained small squad?
