"Don't run!"
Jiang Jingwei let out a deep growl and was about to charge into the hospital room and leap out the window after the killer when Zhang Yuanqing grabbed her as she brushed past him.
"You can't even fly. What the hell are you chasing for?" Zhang Yuanqing snapped.
The red-haired girl, with her upturned eyes and spirited bearing, tilted her head to think it over. Finding that he had a point, she gave up on pursuing the enemy and said indignantly:
"That was shameless! He can actually fly? Didn't we arrange snipers nearby?"
Wei Yuanzhou stepped out of the lounge, his footsteps somewhat unsteady, and said helplessly:
"At that speed, even a Scout couldn't hit him. Sigh, I miscalculated. I didn't expect him to have an accomplice—probably another Spirit Medium. It looked like a bee, a speed-type Gu creature."
"It wasn't just your miscalculation. We all miscalculated. Guan Ya was too certain of herself. It looks like the attacker is part of an organization." Zhang Yuanqing brushed it off, then said, "Captain Wei, please check on our colleagues in the hallway. Don't delay their treatment."
After sending Wei Yuanzhou away, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out a wet wipe and wiped the bloodstains off the floor. Clutching it in his hand, he said to Jiang Jingwei:
"Tell Guan Ya I have something to take care of. There won't be any danger. Keep guarding the hospital and wait for my message."
"Okay!" Jiang Jingwei replied without asking why, perhaps because it had never occurred to her—or because she simply did not care.
At times like this, the advantages of a Fire Master became apparent. If it had been someone else, even if they did not dig to the bottom of it, they would have pressed him with at least one question,