Martial Armament Plan

After this meeting had settled, from the moment they collectively approved it, Dingchuan had begun using its immense influence to completely envelop Mu Fan.

Within the academy, Mu Fan was one hundred percent safe!

This news spread only within an extremely small circle of upper management and was not made public.

Two hours later, Mu Fan received a text message.

"Everything's taken care of. Good luck."

The last four words carried a deeper meaning. Mu Fan frowned as he looked at them. Could Instructor Bach have known what he was about to do?

Through the thick glass window, Mu Fan watched his two grimacing companions inside the medical center, his fists cracking.

A cold glint flashed through his eyes.

Mu Fan had already left.

White Hair opened his narrowed eyes, weakly glanced at the ceiling, then looked toward the fat man beside him, who had just been wheeled out of the operating room.

His penetrating wound only required advanced Cell Repair Fluid, while the fat man's broken ribs had developed complications. But when he was pushed out of the operating room, one look at his groaning appearance made it clear that he was no longer in any real danger.

Dingchuan Academy's facilities and medical capabilities truly ranked among the best on the planet.

Now, the two brothers in misery lay obediently side by side in Biological Repair Pods.

A tingling, itchy sensation continuously welled up from inside their bodies, but neither dared move. They could only watch their wounds slowly heal.

The academy was quite generous. The two of them were in an advanced medical ward.

Of course, they could both afford the premium single-person Medical Rooms, but those were nowhere near as interesting as having someone to chat with.

White Hair tilted his head to one side, looked