Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Captain Ma also saw Said moving.

His smile vanished instantly, his eyes hardening with rage. He lunged forward a few steps, yelling at the chubby teammate, "He's not dead yet! Finish him off! Kill him!"

Han Che was right next to Captain Ma; he wouldn't give him another chance.

Upon hearing Captain Ma shout the words "finisher shot," he threw a punch.

This punch was delivered without reservation, all the power concentrated in the fist, slamming directly into Captain Ma's arm where he was holding the gun, producing a crisp cracking sound.

After taking the punch, Captain Ma's arm swung to the side, and the Tenglong rifle flew out of his hand.

Captain Ma flew sideways, landing on his shoulder first, then rolled half a circle on his side before coming to a stop, letting out a wail.

He lay on the ground struggling to get up, but his right arm was completely powerless. He tried to prop himself up with his left hand, but the sharp pain in his shoulder made him fall back down halfway up.

Han Che took a step forward and looked down at him. Captain Ma, lying on the ground, looked up at him, his eyes still filled with arrogance. "You...you dare...you dare hit me? I'm from the Phoenix Cry Club..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Che raised his foot and stepped on his right leg.

The leg bone cracked like dry firewood, and Captain Ma's face drained of color instantly. He opened his mouth wide but couldn't scream; only his gasping sounds could be heard.

On the other side, Qi Yuzhe was in a similar situation. He rushed forward and rammed his shoulder into the chest of the fat teammate, crashing into the wall behind him.

The chubby player tried to struggle, but Qi Yuzhe's fists had already followed, hitting him twice in the face and leaving him curled up there, unable to resist.

After delivering those two punches, Qi Yuzhe glanced at the chubby teammate lying on the ground, then at Han Che's situation. He took two steps over and pulled Han Che up, saying, "Spare their lives. It would be difficult to explain to the Fengming Club if we killed Xiaobai."

Han Che snorted coldly and withdrew his fist that he was about to throw.

Kick their guns away, then turn around immediately. First, stabilize Said's condition and buy some time.

They then quickly evacuated, closing Dam Zero so that Sayyid's injuries could still be treated.

Just as Han Che was about to take action, he saw the flamethrower soldier also stagger to his feet and kneel down to block Said's way.

He knelt there, bracing himself on his knees, holding the handle of the flamethrower in his hand, the muzzle swaying as it pointed in Han Che's direction.

Han Che stopped and raised the Giant Wave Rifle in his hand to indicate that he meant no harm. "We need to stop the bleeding for your Said, otherwise he'll bleed to death!"

He pointed to the bullet holes in Sayed's chest that were still bleeding.

"Hypocrisy..." the flamethrower soldier weakly uttered two words.

"They're not with us, you have to trust us!" Han Che was getting anxious. He recalled the survival instinct he had when he first traveled to the Tide Suggestion.

He didn't want Said to actually die here.

Qi Yuzhe walked to Han Che's side and said in a low voice, "We can't delay any longer. We have to stop Said's bleeding, even if it has to be forceful."

Han Che nodded slightly. He knew that Qi Yuzhe was right. Said's condition wouldn't last much longer, and if they didn't deal with it soon, he would really be gone.

As he was thinking about how to get close to Said without provoking the flamethrower, his gaze suddenly stopped behind the flamethrower.

He saw that Saeed's other hand was moving, and Saeed's still-mobile arm was struggling to rummage for something in his pocket.

With every movement, fresh blood gushed from the wound on his chest. He fumbled with the outside of his pocket a couple of times before finally managing to open it.

"There's absolutely no way he can stop the bleeding on his own," Han Che thought to himself. "Even if Said still has the medicine on him, he can't do it himself..."

Said seemed to have finally found what he was looking for, pinching the edge of the object between two fingers and pulling it out little by little.

He struggled to bring the object to his eyes, rubbed it with his thumb, and wiped away some of the blood.

Han Che didn't think much of it at first; it was just some kind of hemostatic medicine.

But the moment the blood on the surface of that thing was wiped away, Han Che could see what it was.

It was a round metal plate with a pattern on its surface, reflecting a dark golden luster in the light coming in from the window.

"That's...?" Han Che's eyes widened.

At this moment, Said's unfocused gaze deliberately turned towards Han Che.

Han Che felt a chill run down his spine. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. What was it?

"You hurt my brothers...you killed my compatriots..."

Saeed's voice trembled as he looked down at the object in his hand, rubbing his thumb repeatedly on its surface to wipe away the last trace of blood.

"Honeyed words concealing a dagger...two-faced and treacherous..."

He raised his head, and a light returned to his previously unfocused eyes.

Saeed held up what he was holding, and after wiping away the blood, Han Che finally saw clearly that it was a medal!

An ominous premonition gripped Han Che's heart, and he roared, "Stop him!!!"

Ignoring the flamethrower soldiers' attempts to stop him, he charged toward Said.

Han Che had already rushed in front of the flamethrower soldier the moment he uttered those words.

Despite his severe injuries, the flamethrower soldier still managed to pull the trigger in that instant, and a burst of flame shot out from the muzzle of the flamethrower, heading straight for Han Che's face.

Han Che dodged to the side the instant the flames rushed towards him, the fire grazing past his shoulder.

Despite the intense heat of the flames, Han Che continued to charge forward, reaching out to grab the medal in Said's hand, his fingers less than half a meter away from it.

"Today, I will trap you all here to die!!" Said roared, his voice blazing with power that seemed to erupt from nowhere, as blood spurted from his mouth and turned into flames!

The flames seemed to dance in Said's pupils!

"I will protect my homeland and destroy all invaders!!!"

"I am! Said!!!"

Saeed slammed the badge against his chest!

For a moment, Han Che felt as if the air in the entire room had been compressed by something.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame seemed to erupt from inside Said's body, instantly enveloping his entire body.

After engulfing Said, the fire began to spread outwards.

The flame expanded so fast that Han Che was thrown away by the heat wave as soon as he stretched out his hand. He was lifted off the ground and flew several meters backward before crashing heavily to the ground.

But his eyes remained fixed on Said's direction. He saw that the fire had completely engulfed Said, and Said's figure became distorted and blurred behind the flames.

As Han Che was thrown into the air, Qi Yuzhe circled around from another direction, rushed to where Han Che had fallen, and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground and using his own body to shield him from the impact of the flames.

Flames swept over the two of them. Qi Yuzhe's back was facing the direction of the flames, his back was charred and his hair was singed. He shielded Han Che with his body.