System: Card drawing in progress

The group of students wisely avoided the battlefield between the man and the rat. They didn't want to be killed by the aftermath of the battle.

The Rat King did not come here alone. He was accompanied by some elite rat monsters, all of which were quite powerful. The two sides soon fought each other, but they both tacitly avoided the place where the Rat King and Song Ting were fighting.

Although their IQ is not high, those rat monsters still value their lives very much.

The sounds of fighting echoed in the sewers.

After a long time, a man with his upper body naked sat on the Rat King's body, gasping violently.

His body was covered with scratches, oozing with red blood. The scariest spot was on his shoulder, where a small piece of flesh had been bitten off, exposing the bone. Some blood splattered on his face, which he wiped away with his hand, leaving a hint of red.

The exposed body was excellent, with eight-pack abs, a perfect mermaid line, and a waist that looked like it could be hugged with one arm, making the female students in the team stare at him without blinking.

The scars on his body gave him a sense of fragility. What is that called? Oh, yes, it's battle-damaged beauty.

Song Ting didn't care about other people's eyes at all, but there was no other way. Every time he transformed, his clothes would always be torn. Spatial items were very precious, and he didn't have any. Without clothes to change, he would have to be naked!

Just watch it, what's the harm if it means losing a piece of meat?

I heard that the Research Institute has developed clothes that cannot be easily damaged and also provide a certain degree of defense. The price is very "beautiful" and it is very expensive. Currently, it is only provided to the front line, the army and their Special Investigation Bureau.

He won’t sell it out for the time being. Unfortunately, he is still short of contribution points and it will take some time to accumulate enough.

He took out two bottles of medicine from his waist, one for oral use and one to sprinkle on the most serious wound on his body. He took out the gauze from his backpack and bandaged the wound with one hand.

After watching the bleeding from the wound stop, he took out a bottle of purple potion and drank it in one gulp.

Just sat there and watched the students deal with the spoils.

He was so tired that he had no strength left and needed to rest for a while. In fact, he still felt a little dizzy, probably because he had lost too much blood.

The first potion he drank was a healing potion, and the last one he drank was an antidote. Who knows if the Rat King's claws are poisonous?

He wouldn't gamble on anything involving his life.

It's just a matter of a bottle of antidote.

The students became more and more skilled in handling the spoils. At first they were in a panic and even vomited. The fur was scratched terribly, with holes here and there, completely ruining the material.

It’s much better now, but I still need to train more.

The wounds on his body were bearable for him, as he was not a precious person and had suffered many injuries. Since entering high school and awakening his special powers, Song Ting had been taking on missions everywhere and completing them.

Injuries are commonplace.

Later, I felt that the rewards for taking on missions alone were not high, so I formed a team and also prepared to go to the Special Investigation Bureau.

After all, the official treatment has always been good.

"Captain, clothes."

A male college student took off his coat and handed it to Song Ting. He was about the same height as Song Ting, and his figure was a little worse, but he could barely wear it.

"Thank you."

The student was very happy to receive the thanks from the people he admired, and his face turned red with excitement.

Suddenly, I felt angry gazes coming from behind me. My body stiffened and I turned around. It was those female students.

"Captain, my ability can heal wounds, so it should be of some use to you. Let me heal you!"

Before he could say anything, he saw their faces change and they looked at Song Ting.

It is human nature to like beautiful women.

When it comes to fighting, those students are very reliable and never bring emotions into the battle.

They attacked without mercy. They seemed very scared before, but after seeing the rat monster, they attacked more ruthlessly than the other, as if they wanted to kill all the rats they saw.

After simply putting on some clothes and insisting on reuniting with Lu Yingjiang, Song Ting fainted with relief.

After a battle, looking at the messy neighborhood, Chi Yu took out her thermos, drank a sip of water and moistened her throat. She had just talked a lot and felt a little uncomfortable in her throat. She didn't want to talk recently.

It had been a long time since any rat monsters came out from underground. Lu Yingjiang's calm voice came from the intercom:

"The Rat King has been killed. Continue to clean up the rat monsters and tidy up the battlefield. Make sure to keep their numbers within a very low range."

When there are a large number of monsters, there is a chance that a "king" will appear, so controlling their number is a good idea.

It was another round of busy work. Chi Yu worked with them until the end. He returned to the office with a tired body. After a while, everyone came back one by one.

Except Song Ting.

"Where's Song Ting?"

Curious eyes turned to Lu Yingjiang. Zeng Tianyou, who seemed to love to expose all kinds of gossip, had lost his spirit. Song Ting fainted, and his subsequent work was divided equally among the remaining few people.

He nodded his head and was about to fall asleep.

His supernatural powers were exhausted and his mental strength was drained. He only held on for a short while before he fell on the table with a "bang" and snored at the same time.

Lu Yingjiang's face was calm, with no visible change in expression. He grabbed a blanket and threw it on Zeng Tianyou.

Cao Jun was fine, he fell asleep quietly without snoring, and Feng Yan also fell asleep peacefully.

He then grabbed two blankets and threw them on the two of them.

The three of them didn't react at all.

It can be seen that he is really exhausted.

He rubbed his temples, forced himself to speak:

"He's injured and has gone to the infirmary. You can go back and rest first. If you're really tired, you can sleep here."

Why is he injured again?

What an old wretch.

Chi Yu had a lot to say, but in the end he only said one sentence:

"it is good."

He picked up the blanket beside him, covered himself with it, found a comfortable position, and slowly closed his eyes.

She doesn't have any obsessive-compulsive disorder that requires her to sleep at home. When she's tired, there's no place she can't sleep.

There were even people who fell asleep while standing. Chi Yu admired such people very much.

Just before closing his eyes, Chi Yu saw that Lu Yingjiang's usually calm face revealed a bit of fatigue. The captain must be very tired too, right?

He made all these arrangements...

As I was thinking, my mind went blank and I fell into sleep.

The bizarre dream made Chi Yu blink slowly after he opened his eyes. It took him a while to come back to his senses and recall the previous dream. He felt quite confused.

"What a terrible dream I had!"

He woke up instantly and looked into the office. It was very quiet, almost the same as before he went to sleep. Everyone else was still asleep, except Lu Yingjiang.

Chi Yu strolled to the infirmary, and Song Ting was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed.