He arrived once again at the military tent where the Deputy General stayed last night.
Only this time, he had learned from last night's lesson and strengthened the patrols.
Around the tent, there were a total of six soldiers on guard.
The Deputy General was soaking in an ice bath to alleviate the pain, after Xiang Ying had applied chili powder and salt on his wounds last night, causing them to literally fester as she would have hoped.
Now every time he spoke, his whole face twitched in pain, and pus kept oozing out sporadically.
Xiang Ying kept a detached expression on her face, but clicked her tongue in her mind.
This Deputy General is quite tough to kill, he's not dead yet.
But now, under the blazing sun, his wounds must be quite uncomfortable.
Inside the tent stood Jie Chen, and Supervisor Wei, who looked as if he had been slapped, with a swollen cheek.
At this moment, Supervisor Wei was kneeling on the ground, pointing at Xiang Ying, claiming his own innocence.
