Caw.
Before Yang Yifan could get close, the ward door opened. The Korean military doctor in a white coat walked over.
This?
When he saw Yang Yifan appear at the door, his body immediately trembled, and his face was filled with shock.
How was this possible?
He had personally treated Yang Yifan's injuries, so he naturally knew how serious Yang Yifan's injuries were. In his opinion, Yang Yifan's will to live was already extraordinary, but now, he actually ran out.
Had he seen a ghost?
The Korean military doctor took a deep breath and quickly blinked his eyes. He wondered if he was hallucinating because he was too tired. Otherwise, how could such a thing happen? It was too unscientific.
However, when he looked over again, Yang Yifan had already appeared in front of him.
It was true!
It wasn't an illusion!
The shock on the stick's face could no longer be concealed. It was as if he had gone crazy. He muttered to himself as if he had been possessed," How is this possible? How is this possible?" With such serious injuries, even if he could survive, he would definitely be crippled.”
Pa!
At this moment, Yang Yifan's left hand landed on his neck.
The stick snapped back to his senses when he felt the pain. When he felt that he was suffocating, his eyes were filled with fear and he desperately wanted to struggle.
Unfortunately, he didn't have that chance.
Although his injuries had not fully recovered, Yang Yifan could still kill him easily.
"No, don't, don't kill me. I saved, saved you.”
Save?
A cold smile appeared on Yang Yifan's face. If those fellows saw that he still had value, they would probably have long cut him into eight pieces.
He thought that these Koreans were not afraid of death, but it seemed that he was wrong. Other than their mouths being invincible, there was indeed nothing worthy of praise.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bones cracking rang out. The club's head tilted to the side and completely stopped moving. Its face was still frozen with fear and disbelief.
Until his death, he still could not figure out how Yang Yifan could recover so quickly.
He looked around and saw no one. Yang Yifan dragged the body back to the ward and then slowly left along the corridor.
Perhaps those guys thought that he was dead for sure. Along the way, there was no one guarding him. Only at the entrance of the exit were a few fully armed Korean soldiers guarding there.
It wasn't time to go out yet. Yang Yifan returned to the house and walked to the second floor. He smelled food.
After quietly going upstairs, Yang Yifan immediately stopped in his tracks. Footsteps could be heard.
"I heard that the president's dismissal is already set in stone.”
"Yes, there are protests everywhere. It's too chaotic.”
The voice of the Korean came over.
If he didn't mess up, wouldn't he be able to face the dead agents of Huaxia Base?
Yang Yifan snorted in his heart. China was no longer a nation that could be bullied by anyone. If they were enemies with China, they naturally had to be prepared to be dealt with.
"It must be those damn Chinese people.”
"Yes, I heard that they even arrested a very powerful guy. Hundreds of special police and military forces participated in the arrest, but they actually suffered heavy losses.”
"The Chinese deserve to die. They still steal our cultural heritage every day. Fortunately, the other countries are reasonable and have given those cultural heritage to us.”
Crack!
Yang Yifan clenched his fist. Today, he realized that the shamelessness of these Koreans had already reached such a height.
Those cultural relics were treasures that had been passed down from ancient times in China. No one could change this. So what if they were under the name of the Koreans? At most, he would just destroy the Koreans in the future, hmph.
"Hmph, that damned Chinese guy is lying down there. Let's go vent our anger.”
"Alright."
"Let's go. It's fine as long as we don't kill him.”
The more they talked, the more excited they became. They walked to the corner in a few steps, and each of them looked so impatient.
Swoosh!
Right at this moment, Yang Yifan's body turned slightly and blocked the middle of the road.
What was that?
Frightened by the sudden appearance of the figure, the few men trembled and quickly took a few steps back.
How was this possible?
When they saw that it was Yang Yifan, their eyes suddenly widened. Their mouths were wide open as if a fist could be stuffed in. Their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.
Didn't they say that this guy was seriously injured and about to die?
Didn't they say that this guy could only lie on the bed and not move?
But what was going on?
"You want to torture me? Feed me sh * t and pee?"
Following a slight cold voice, Yang Yifan tapped his foot and his body scuttled over. This was the base camp of the Koreans, and it was filled with danger. He had to end the battle quickly.
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