Inside the bedroom, more than fifty fine sons of the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army lay sprawled in every direction in all manner of humiliating positions, their entire bodies covered in restrictions.
Ye Zhen's eyes brimmed with tears.
A soldier with vacant eyes suddenly saw Ye Zhen step inside, and a startling light abruptly burst from his gaze.
"Commander, you're here!"
"I came too late!" Bitterness filled Ye Zhen's mouth as he strode forward, took out cloak after cloak, and swiftly covered the soldiers' naked bodies.
"Not too late. As long as the Commander has come, it isn't too late!" The soldier, whose name Ye Zhen could not recall, had an especially brilliant look in his eyes. "As long as the Commander comes, you can avenge us!"
"You needn't wait for me. This Commander is avenging you right now!"
With a wave of Ye Zhen's hand, Dan Wei, who had been tortured into hysterical screams by several Mirage Clones using death by a thousand cuts, was dragged to the bedroom doorway.
"Good!"
Seeing Dan Wei's wretched state, that soldier suddenly laughed. "We brothers did not follow the wrong man in this life!"
"It's all right. It's all over now! After tomorrow, we'll still be good men!"
As Ye Zhen consoled them, he had Little Demon silently treat the wounds of these sons of the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army. At the same time, he condensed streams of clear water in his hands and cleansed the filth from their bodies.
Ye Zhen entrusted this matter to no one else.
Nor did Ye Zhen want anyone else to know about it. When he walked out later, the more than fifty brothers he brought with him would be wholly unscathed.
So Ye Zhen did it himself.
Just as Ye Zhen was cleansing the