After Paul contacted the excavator, he put down his phone and glanced at Lu Xuan.
However, this glance made Paul shudder again - maybe Paul would never forget what happened tonight in his life. For him, this battle was too shocking.
"Okay, let's go back," Lu Xuan said.
The reason why Lu Xuan brought Paul here was to let Paul see with his own eyes the wolfish ambitions of the Vampire Clan. They were unwilling to live in darkness forever.
Paul nodded: "Okay!"
At this time, Lu Xuan and Paul returned to Chinatown.
Paul's FCI agents have put all the bodies into body bags.
"team leader!"
Seeing Paul coming, an agent walked over quickly: "The bodies have been installed, are we going back now?"
But Paul shook his head and said, "There are other things."
"What's up?"
All the agents asked in unison.
Paul pointed into the distance: "In a bush a few kilometers from here, there are hundreds of vampire corpses-" "What?"
"my, god!"
"——" Before Paul could finish speaking, each of these agents screamed in surprise.
To them, twenty-one corpses were all a bit disgraceful to them, but there were hundreds of corpses. Are you kidding me?
But would their captain Paul make such a joke?
Who killed the hundreds of vampires?
An agent asked in a low voice: "Weren't these vampires killed by Mr. Lu alone?"
"Um!"
Paul nodded, with a look of lingering fear on his face.
"Gulong!"
All the agents swallowed hard and glanced at Lu Xuan. The look in his eyes was like seeing a ghost.
"I have contacted the excavator to bury those bodies on the spot," Paul said, "So we need to cooperate with the excavator to handle this matter before we can leave."
"All right!"
Many agents had no objection and nodded.
But they were even more in awe of Mr. Lu. Killing hundreds of vampires by one person, is this just chopping up melons and vegetables?
No matter what, although vampires are monsters, they are also alive. Mr. Lu's face did not turn red after such a bloody massacre.
"Captain Paul, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Lu Xuan, standing next to Paul, said goodbye to Paul.
Before this, Paul also complained about having to "wipe Lu Xuan's butt", but now, he didn't dare to do it anymore. He squeezed out a smile and said: "Okay Mr. Lu, leave the rest to me.
It’s taken care of.”
"Um!"
Lu Xuan smiled, turned around and left.
Why is Lu Xuan leaving in a hurry, because all the museum owners including President Hong are here.
Of course there is also Charmaine Lin among them.
"Lu Xuan!"
Seeing that Lu Xuan was safe and sound, Lin Shiman ran over happily.
Lin Shiman threw herself into Lu Xuan's arms and said delicately: "Lu Xuan, are you not injured?"
Lu Xuan laughed dryly and said, "Do you think I am a wounded person?"
"That's true, you are so powerful, hee hee," Lin Shiman laughed out loud.
"Master Lu!"
At this moment, all the gym owners walked up to Lu Xuan, clasped their fists and said, "I really want to thank you today for helping our various martial arts gyms eradicate the aliens!"
"Hey, you guys are so polite," Lu Xuan also clasped his fists and said with a smile.
Now all of their gym owners know that Lu Xuan's role as a foreign aid in the Wing Chun martial arts gym this time is not to win the ranking in the ring competition, but to hunt foreigners.
Even though they are all Chinese now, the blood flowing in their bodies is the descendants of Yan and Huang, and they understand deeply that if they are not from our clan, their hearts will be different.
"President Hong, your face doesn't look very good, what's wrong?"
At this time, Lu Xuan noticed that President Hong was a little depressed and asked curiously.
President Hong sighed and said: "My son Hong Siyong's diagnosis result has come out. He has a comminuted fracture of a small bone in his arm. He will no longer be able to practice martial arts."
Lu Xuan's heart trembled. No wonder President Hong looked so ugly.
For a martial arts practitioner, being unable to practice martial arts is like becoming a useless person.
President Hong only has an only son like Hong Siyong, and his son was deposed. This is a really big blow.
"Hong Siyong is in the hospital now?"
Lu Xuan asked.
President Hong nodded: "Yes!"
"Then let me go with you," Lu Xuan said seriously.
President Hong smiled bitterly and said: "Master Lu, you're welcome, my son doesn't want to see anyone now."
"Who said I was going to visit him," Lu Xuan retorted.
"——" If you're not going to visit, then what are you doing?
Lu Xuan's words made everyone confused.
At this moment, Lin Shiman suddenly interrupted: "Lu Xuan is going to see Hong Siyong."
"see a doctor?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.
Seeing the strange looks in the eyes of all the museum owners, Lu Xuan explained in a somewhat dumbfounded manner: "I forgot to tell you, I am still a Chinese medicine practitioner."
"TCM!"
President Hong was shocked, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Master Lu, do you know that American medicine is definitely the best in the world, and I sent my son directly to the best hospital in New York!"
Everyone can understand the meaning of President Hong’s words. To put it bluntly, the United States’ Western medicine is the best in the world and cannot be compared with Chinese traditional medicine.
The more important point is that the respected old Chinese medicine doctors are probably not as good as Western medicine doctors in the United States, let alone the young Lu Xuan.
Lin Shiman pouted and said: "President Hong, don't underestimate people, Lu Xuan is a medical sage in the world of Chinese medicine!"
"Medical Saint!"
These two words shocked the hearts of many museum owners.
What is a medical saint? Naturally, he is the number one person in the field of Chinese medicine, a sage of medical knowledge! But even so, all the museum owners feel that even the doctors from the best hospitals in New York are helpless, so the title of medical saint is probably not useful.
"Okay, let's go there together, please excuse me, Master Lu," President Hong said.
"Well, let's leave now."
It was getting late now, and Lu Xuan wanted to go back to the hotel to sleep early, but he didn't want to delay for too long.
"Let's go too!"
Many museum owners said this one after another.
They wanted to see Lu Xuan's medical skills.
However, in everyone's mind, asking Lu Xuan to treat Hong Siyong was a dead horse, and President Hong had no hope.
A comminuted fracture is a permanent trauma that cannot be cured by any medical technique.
Martial arts practitioners who are often injured by falls all know this.
In fact, Lu Xuan didn't know for sure. Only by getting a diagnosis would he know whether it could be cured——
This chapter has been completed!