At four o'clock in the morning, Millennium Tower - 6F, Rabbit Room.

The room was quiet and dimly lit, and Gao Yang was alone on the lazy sofa, closing his eyes. Someone turned on the light, and Gao Yang quickly opened his eyes. The person who walked in was Fighting Tiger. He was wearing a white tank top, black sweatpants, and a towel around his neck. His hair was wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

"How are they?" Gao Yang asked with concern.

"White Rabbit's injuries are the lightest, and she recovered quickly," Fighting Tiger wiped his hair with a towel, sounding a bit tired. He walked straight to the refrigerator, opened the cabinet, and took out a bottle of chilled beer. "Tengu's injuries are quite serious, but he should be able to recover. At least he needs to lie down honestly for a week."

"What about Wu Dahai?" Gao Yang knew he was the most seriously injured.

"He was saved, but he couldn't keep his right arm," Fighting Tiger sat down next to Gao Yang, drinking a big gulp of beer. "Adorable Lamb can absorb damage, but his whole arm was blown into minced meat. It's impossible to grow back, so he'll have to wear a prosthetic in the future. When he wakes up, he'll probably be heartbroken for a few days."

"Will this affect his combat power?" Gao Yang felt that Wu Dahai might be most concerned about this, although he didn't say it out loud. He had always been eager to become stronger and didn't want to be a burden to the organization.@@novelbin@@

"He's okay. After all, he can summon thunder and lightning with just one hand, and he doesn't need to fight hand-to-hand," Fighting Tiger shook the beer bottle and took another sip. "In fact, the prosthetic can help him block attacks at critical moments, so his combat power may even be enhanced."

"That's good," Gao Yang felt somewhat relieved. "Can I go see them now?"

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