C82 (2/2)

Although Tang Xin's words were ice cold, she was a police officer after all, and what she said was not without reason.

Even Ouyang Zhenyuan who was at the side said: ”Yes, Feng, Xin is right, I think it would be better for us to go to the hospital, and receive formal treatment!”

But Ye Zifeng insisted: ”It's really unnecessary, I can deal with these small injuries myself. It's too troublesome to go to the hospital. If you don't have the police's proof, then they might show it to you. ”

Ye Zifeng said as he smiled at the silent Ouyang Baanruo: ”Wifey, do we have a medicine chest?”

Ouyang Baanruo was startled, but she still did not speak. Her eyes only wandered around for a bit, and then her gaze landed under the wine shelves in the living room.

Ye Zifeng's hands moved quickly, he immediately understood what Ouyang Baanruo meant, and immediately rummaged through the wine shelves, finding an ordinary medicine chest.

In front of Ouyang Zhenyuan and Tang Xin, Ye Zifeng had indeed opened the medicine box.

Tang Xin could not help but snort, and retorted: ”Hmph, I want to see how you can still act, to actually treat your own wounds!”

Ignoring Tang Xin's sneer, Ye Zifeng opened the medicine box and used a bit of force with one hand, causing a ripping sound to appear in the air. Ye Zifeng's close-fitting vest had actually been completely torn apart by a powerful force.

At this very moment, Ye Zifeng was squatting in front of everyone with his whole person on the ground. Blood continued to flow from the wound on his shoulder.

But Ye Zifeng's action, which he thought was simple, shocked everyone present.

Regardless of whether it was Tang Xin or the father and daughter pair, both were shocked. Their shock did not come from the wound on Ye Zifeng's shoulder, but instead came from the terrifying scars on his upper body.

To be honest, Ye Zifeng's figure was not bad, and there were explosive muscles everywhere. And every line was strong and forceful. But at the same time, the scars on his body were just too horrifying.

No matter if it was the chest, back, or arms, saber or spear wounds could be seen everywhere. These wounds, while shocking the hearts of the people, also showed Ye Zifeng's undying achievements.

As if he didn't notice Tang Xin's horrified gaze, Ye Zifeng took out a handful of Maple Leaf Blade s that were shining with a cold light on his body. Then a lighter.

The cold blade tip gently grilled a few times on the fire. Ye Zifeng's technique was very pure, the blade tip slowly gouged into the flesh of his shoulder, although cold sweat was flowing out, Ye Zifeng still did not make a sound.

Not long after, there was a clanging sound as a bullet stained with blood slid off Ye Zifeng's body and fell onto the ground.

Immediately after, Ye Zifeng hurriedly turned on the fire machine, the purple flames went near his wound and started to burn back and forth, burning all the muscles in his shoulder black. Then, Ye Zifeng gritted his teeth and threw the fire machine in his hand away. He then used alcohol to disinfect his wound and finally bandaged it.

Ye Zifeng took care of his wounds very quickly, around 3 to 4 minutes. However, every single one of their actions was extremely shocking in the eyes of the three people in the living room.

Whether it was gouging the bullets, burning the wounds, or drinking alcohol on the wounds, both Ouyang Zhenyuan and Tang Xin felt waves after waves of pain from their bodies. Yet, Ye Zifeng had never made a sound from the beginning to end.

The three pairs of eyes were now looking at Ye Zifeng in a daze, without moving, like a puppet.

At this moment, Ouyang Zhenyuan couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: Dragon Soul Dragon Head, Heavenly Royal Wings, you truly live up to your name …

Yet Tang Xin's heart was overturned by waves of emotions, as she let out a breath of cold air, and thought: This man, this man, is simply too scary. He, who exactly is he? Why were there so many wounds on his body? No, I have to investigate this man again after I return to police station.

As for Ouyang Baanruo, her thoughts were the simplest and most sincere. Even the corners of her eyes could not help but shed tears.

At this moment, Ouyang Baanruo, who had not spoken all this while, finally opened her red lips. With a trembling voice, she whispered a few words, ”Thank, thank you!”

A simple thank you, but it came from Ouyang Baanruo's mouth, and it felt so heavy. When paired with those sparkling eyes filled with tears, it seemed so moving and sincere. Especially at that moment, the look in Ouyang Baanruo's eyes, had completely changed. There was no hostility or mockery, there was only deep dependence and gratitude.

Ye Zifeng knew that from this moment onwards, the relationship between him and Ouyang Baanruo might have truly changed, a change that even he himself would not have been able to handle.