In an abandoned house somewhere, Loki sat in a chair, receiving treatment from Belle.
The hazy, clear light radiating from Belle's hands fell like sweet dew onto Loki's arm, which had been scorched by crimson flames.
The charred skin gradually peeled away, revealing delicate, pale-red new flesh beneath.
A moment later, Belle stopped treating him. "A few more sessions, and you should be fully healed."
"Thank you."
Loki put an arm around Belle. "Luckily, I have you. Otherwise, this hand of mine would be horribly ugly."
Belle could not help but smile bitterly. Though she could heal Loki's injuries, she could not heal her own eyes.
In the end, she now had only Third Order abilities left.
She could only restore injuries, not create two eyeballs out of thin air.
McCleary walked in at that moment and said, "It has been confirmed. The Dragon Riders have returned to Jinge City."
Jack raised his head. "They left so quickly?"
"Could they have already obtained the Golden Apple?"
McCleary sat down. "That possibility cannot be ruled out."
"Ma Fang disappeared in front of us back then. The Dragon Riders may well have snatched her back."
"Damn those Easterners. They are taking revenge."
"Loki used a similar method to snatch Ma Fang right in front of them."
"So they returned the favor in kind!"
Thor scratched his head. "Commander McCleary, what do we do next? Do we go to Jinge City too?"
McCleary glared at him. "If you put your energy into serious business instead of chasing women, you definitely wouldn't have achieved so little."
"Use your brain and think carefully. What kind of place is Jinge City? It's the headquarters of the Strategic Affairs Department, and the location of the Dragon Rider Base."
"If we go to Jinge City, are we rushing