"Instructor Ye, where are you going?"
"Instructor Ye, are you not going to take care of us anymore?"
Upon hearing Ye Ming's words, the iron-blooded men of Falcon Squad unusually exhibited the fussiness of women.
Their eyes were red as they looked at Ye Ming, filled with reluctance.
Wang Yating, although she didn't speak, also suddenly felt a wave of bitterness in her heart.
Ye Ming smiled slightly and said, "I am not leaving forever, just that I have more important matters to attend to."
He calculated the time—his appointment with Zhou Dalong was approaching.
The medicinal herb conference in Jiangbei was about to start; he decided to go and scout for some precious herbs to enhance his own strength.
"But..." Razor stepped forward, wanting to say something, but swallowed his words.
During the time with Ye Ming, they had received too many benefits, their physical improvement visibly accelerated to the point of disbelief.