At six o’clock in the following morning, at the Flutwell Hospital.

A harsh wind was blowing in the air.

The tallest floor of the inpatient department was filled with the smell of alcohol and blood.

Experts of Golden Palace’s outer circle were all lying on the sickbeds, covered in blood.

They weren’t dead, but they were completely crippled.

Some had a chance to recover after a few weeks, but most of them were fated to be ordinary people for the rest of their lives.

Koen, Emily, and Smoke ha