"Beep beep beep..."
Just as they were talking, Wu Ming's phone rang.
Wu Ming took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID, raising his brows slightly. "Hello, Cousin. What made you call me?"
"What? You're injured? Hold on, I'm coming right now..."
After hanging up, Wu Ming looked apologetically at Yang Long and said,
"Sorry, Brother Yang. I've got something to deal with, so I may have to take you to find a place to stay later."
"It's fine. Do you need any help?" Yang Long shook his head slightly, then asked.
Hearing that, Wu Ming's eyes darted around as though he had thought of something. He suddenly asked,
"By the way, Brother Yang, you don't have a job yet, right? How about I arrange one for you?"
"A job? Other than these martial skills of mine, I don't really have any other strengths..."
Hearing that Wu Ming wanted to arrange a job for him, Yang Long replied somewhat hesitantly.
"Then isn't that just perfect? Martial skills are exactly what's needed. Come on, come with me..." Wu Ming said with a grin.
Before long, Wu Ming led the group to a hospital room at Capital City Hospital. At that moment, a woman lay on the bed.
The woman was stunning enough to topple kingdoms and put flowers to shame before the moon. Though her complexion was pale and she looked extremely weak, it still could not conceal the unique aura about her.
"Cousin, how are you? What happened?" Seeing how haggard his cousin looked, Wu Ming asked with deep concern.
Seeing Wu Ming arrive, the woman said, "It's nothing too serious. I just need to recuperate for a while..."
As she spoke, the woman turned her gaze toward Mo Shang, Yang Long, and the others. "Are these your