Chapter 318 There\'s Something Wrong With All The Generals Of Henderford

It was late at night in the camp. 

Elvis walked into a military barrack in his army boots. 

There were six beds in the military barrack. Five of them were empty, and a person in a military outfit laid on the one at the corner. 

The person had short black hair, and his fringe covered his eyes. His expression couldn't be seen clearly, but his skin was fair, and his lips were pursed tightly.

"How are your injuries? Have they recovered?" Elvis asked as he narrowed his eyes and walked towards him. 

"My injuries have more or less recovered." The person was expressionless, and said calmly, "At least I'll be able to live."

"Do you remember what you promised me before I saved you?" Elvis asked. 

"I haven't forgotten about it." The person looked up at him, and a faint light appeared in his dark eyes.