Patrol Office.
Jiang Ning followed behind Hong Minghu, and the two of them entered Hong Minghu's bedroom one after the other.
"Commander Jiang, close the door!" Hong Minghu said, his face flushed.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning turned and shut the door.
The next instant.
"Pfft—"
He suddenly heard the sound of someone vomiting blood behind him.
He turned to look, and saw a puddle of black-red blood mixed with shattered viscera appear in front of Hong Minghu.
At this moment, Hong Minghu's right palm was braced on the round table beside him. His steps were somewhat unsteady, and his face had gone from the flush of moments ago to deathly pale.
"Prefecture Lord, what happened?" Jiang Ning stepped forward and supported Hong Minghu with one hand.
"I'm fine!" Hong Minghu waved his hand, then took several deep breaths. The expression on his face immediately eased greatly.
Then he continued, "In that battle just now, my five viscera were severely damaged, many of my tendons and meridians snapped, and my bones shifted and warped. Fortunately, you were there to coordinate from afar. If I hadn't left you at a distance to support us, with those strange methods Li Hong used at the time, we might truly have been wiped out to the last man!"
Hearing this, Jiang Ning smiled without speaking.
Others did not know his strength, but he did.
His current strength far exceeded Hong Minghu's by several times.
Since Hong Minghu could hold out for so long, there was no reason he would not have been able to endure it.
"That we managed to survive by luck today is also thanks to you!" Hong Minghu looked at Jiang Ning, his tone sincere.
"Prefecture Lord already said that several times just now," Jiang Ning said with a smile.
"Haha—" Hong