The consultation hall on the first floor of the Presbyterian Hospital.

The high temperature was filled with heat and the heat waves were surging. The huge hospital building looked like a huge oven. The consultation hall on the first floor was the bottom of the stove. The walls here were charred and there were still unextinguished fire balls burning and beating around.

Two figures, one big and one small, fell in the center of the hall, and the hard marble floor was fucked one deep pit after another. There had just passed a shocking war of the century here, but unfortunately no audience had the honor to witness it with their own eyes.

The cameras and storage chips all over the hall were burned to pieces, and Chu Zihang did not leave any blind spots.

However, even if someone is accidentally involved, he will cry and shout and want to escape from this place of right and wrong.

The huge body, which exceeded three meters, fell to the ground, motionless. It was a ferocious dragon-shaped monster with a ferocious face, wrapped in scales and bone spurs. The originally iron-green scales had been baptized by Jun Yan, who had been bleeding for the second time, and the rest had become charred.

At this time it had cut off its breathing, and passed away with the black female nurse named Martha Elino. The humiliation, distortion, sin that the woman had carried during her lifetime... Everything about her was burned out by the fire just now, and disappeared with her life.

Another figure was about ten meters apart from it. It was a cold-looking black-haired boy. There were fine scales on his neck that had not yet faded. His body was slowly rising and falling. Although it was very weak, there were still continuous breathing sounds.

The bright flames were flying and jumping in the deep pit beside Chu Zihang, like a cluster of crimson flowers growing in the darkness, and they were welcoming their triumphant monarch with a victory.

After the temperature in the hall gradually cooled down, a group of people wearing black windbreakers and world tree epaulettes rushed into the consultation hall. They recovered the remains of the monster in the fastest posture and blocked the traces left by the battle.

The person in charge is a young man with short blue and black hair and dark skin. He is the interim person in charge of the executive department formulated by Professor Ye Sheng, Schneider in New York.

A girl with short white hair was following him. The girl had red pupils and smiled gently and sweetly. She was Akiji, the partner and assistant of the interim person in charge Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng looked around with blue eyes and stopped on Chu Zihang on the floor. The red orange flames were still endless, as if a loyal minister was trying his best to protect his king.

"What a great junior! Execution, efficiency, decisiveness, strongness, cruelty, no root of disaster. Strong strength and dangerous words, born killer, even completely exceeds the qualities that ordinary executive department commissioners have in their new life. They are worthy of being a student of Minister Schneider, and the executive department will probably be his world in the future." Jiude Yaji exclaimed softly.

"It really makes me as a senior ashamed of myself." Ye Sheng said with a wry smile.

"No, you are also excellent." Judea Aki looked at Ye Sheng and smiled sweetly, with two cute and round dimples on his cheeks.

Ye Sheng coughed twice, and some undetectable blush appeared on his dark face for no reason, but the air between them became a little sweet.

...

On the 16th floor, in the dark stairway, Shen Zifan sat on the stairs, stretching his body, and the big black umbrella was still leaning against his left shoulder.

If someone turned on the lights in the corridor, he could see that his clothes were already cut and torn, and the only clothes left outside were hung on his body like a huge piece of linen, and the clothes had long been stained with blood.

Even his handsome face had several hideous wounds with skin and flesh blooming on his face. The wound was very deep. If an ordinary person's face was cut open, such a terrible wound would definitely face disfigurement if he did not undergo timely and accurate treatment. He could even have wound infection and ulceration on his entire face.

But Shen Zifan didn't care about this. He just quietly recalled the exciting battle with Vice President Ferdinand in the dark.

The opponent's scalpel is indeed very accurate, sharp and superb. The fighting style with Shen Zifan is completely different from two extremes. It cannot be said that it is familiar with the best and the worst, but it can only be said that each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Shen Zifan's fighting momentum was grand and had a strong shock. Even the hard marble could be divided into two parts where the black knife cut; and Vice President Ferdinand was able to accurately control the opponent's weaknesses and use the most labor-saving and easy-to-attack skills to hit the enemy's weaknesses in one move.

The ending was that Shen Zifan won, but it was just a tragic victory. In fact, Shen Zifan wanted to call it a draw because Vice President Ferdinand finally escaped from him, and the reason he did not chase him was because the fibula on his right leg was broken in the battle.

The most important reason why Shen Zifan was able to let the scarecrow go was that the other party had not lived for a long time. In the last confrontation, Vice President Ferdinand cut Shen Zifan's cheek and stepped on Shen Zifan's right leg. The price he paid was that Shen Zifan's central lung was slashed with a knife. At that moment, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but at the last moment, he forced himself to breathe and blood flowed all over his body, and he was in a hurry to seize the road.

My heart meridians have been broken and I can't turn back.

"It's really not bad. If possible, I hope to fight with the one-on-one Bulvo in your mouth, instead of becoming a scarecrow who has become this way. But this is impossible to have a chance..."

"My war practice class should be qualified. I don't know how Chu Zihang and Wright are doing. They should be alive..."

"Now no one will die again..."

Shen Zifan slowly closed his eyes in one breath and fell heavily backwards.

...

In front of the secret room on the 18th floor of the Presbyterian Hospital, Vice President Ferdinand staggered to the door. He held the wall and pointed it at the iris recognition system to try his best to open his eyelids that seemed to be heavy at this time.

The heavy alloy door panel opened in response to the sound, and Vice President Ferdinand staggered and smashed into the house.

Just as his face was about to hit the ground, one arm held his chest, his arms were very thin but very stable.

"Have I ever told you that you underestimate my two partners too much. Times have changed. Nowadays, little guys are more evil than the other. Neither Shen Zifan nor Chu Zihang are the young boys you can fiddle with at will."

Vice President Ferdinand, who was supported by Wright, remained silent, but he knew in his heart that what Wright was right, that little guy named Shen Zifan was better than him.

Those young men who are standing at the forefront of the storm are the leaders of the future, and he is just a loser who is eliminated in his memories.

After a moment of silence.
Chapter completed!