Outside the operating room of the Defense Army General Hospital.
Li Wei leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the red indicator light above the operating room.
A Military Martial Artist who had escorted Zheng Ye there was standing beside her.
His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were veined with blood.
His voice was hoarse, thick with suppressed fury.
"Major, this is what happened..."
He briefly recounted what had happened inside the arena.
The more Li Wei listened, the darker her expression became.
By the end, her fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked, and her fingernails were almost digging into her palms.
"You're saying those bastards took off Uncle Ye's arm just because of something he said?"
The Military Martial Artist's eyes were bloodshot. He panted heavily and nodded, but then shook his head again.
Li Wei glared at him, waiting for him to continue.
The Military Martial Artist thought for a moment before gritting his teeth. "That sentence was what sparked the conflict, but I don't really know what happened inside the arena either."
Li Wei took a deep breath and asked, suppressing her anger, "Wasn't it a Squad Battle, ten against ten? Where were Uncle Ye's teammates? They just watched him get bullied?"
The Military Martial Artist's face instantly flushed crimson. After hesitating for several seconds, he finally braced himself and said, "The Training Camp's students are all prodigies at Minor Perfection in Blood-Nourishing..."
"In a ten-against-ten Squad Battle, we weren't their match."
"Brother Ye... was the last one to hold out."
Li Wei nodded, laughing from sheer anger.
"Minor Perfection? Prodigies?"
"Fine. So you're abusing soldiers?"
RNM, I just shared my feelings with the loveliest people today, and now you're pulling this crap on me?
*Though my comradeship with Uncle Ye isn't all