Chapter 1531 The Tragic Wapol
"How is the marshal?" The officers immediately surrounded the doctor like a group of hungry wolves pouncing on food, and asked nervously.
"The marshal's life is saved." The doctor said weakly, his voice hoarse and weak.
"It's saved! That's great!!!"
"Woo woo woo, the Marshal is fine, the Marshal is still alive!"
"Thank God, thank the earth."
The officers shouted excitedly, some even cried with joy, their faces filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.
The surgeon collapsed to the ground after he finished speaking. The operation that lasted for several hours was like a nightmare to him, draining all his physical strength and energy.
When Bedam heard that Kately was fine, disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly changed it to excitement and moved forward.
"Then can we go see the marshal?" Bedam asked expectantly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
The doctor raised his head and said with his last bit of strength, "It's not enough. The Marshal has lost too much blood and is still in critical condition."
"What? Dangerous period?" Several hot-tempered officers immediately reached out and grabbed the doctor from the ground, their eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction.
"Didn't you say the marshal was fine?" an officer shouted loudly, his voice shaking the surrounding walls slightly.
"I said his life was saved! It's not like you haven't been injured before. The marshal was injured so badly, how could he be fine immediately?" The doctor also had a hot temper. Although he had no strength to resist, he retorted loudly. His voice was weak but full of determination.
Aqiduo watched the chaos unfold, stood up from her chair, stretched, and then turned and left. Her steps were light and leisurely, as if none of this had anything to do with her.
In another ward, Lu Qi was lying on the bed with his arms and abdomen wrapped in bandages, like a wrapped mummy. He closed his eyes tightly, looking weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
Suddenly, as if awakened by a nightmare, he opened his eyes abruptly, his eyes filled with fear and pain. Then, he vomited blood, which bloomed like a red rose at the corner of his mouth.
"Cough cough cough!!!" Lu Qi coughed violently and his body kept shaking.
The soldiers guarding outside the door rushed in immediately after hearing the noise, their faces full of tension and worry.
"General Luqi, are you okay?" a soldier asked anxiously, his voice trembling slightly.
"Go and call the doctor quickly." Another soldier shouted, then turned and rushed out of the ward to find a doctor.
In the ward, Luqi was still coughing in pain, blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, staining the white sheets red.
His eyes gradually became blurred, as if he had fallen into endless darkness.
At this time, the entire Gunkanjima was shrouded in an atmosphere of tension and anxiety, and no one knew what would happen next.
"A bunch of trash!" Saint Satan suddenly stood up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table in front of him. The huge noise echoed in the empty room, as if it was going to shatter the entire space.
His face flushed red, veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes burned with rage, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.
A huge amount of resources and manpower were invested in this carefully planned operation, but in the end, the whole team was almost wiped out. How could he not be angry?
This was not just a failure of the operation, but also a serious provocation to his authority and a blatant contempt for his careful planning.
"Alatas, Alatas!" Saint Satan shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of anxiety and anger, as if he wanted to vent his anger through this shout.
Hearing the cry of Saint Satan, Alatas' heart skipped a beat and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
He didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly pushed open the door, walking in hurriedly but cautiously.
"King!" Alatas half-knelt on the ground, his head lowered almost to the ground, his body trembling slightly, not daring to breathe.
He knew very well that Saint Satan was in a rage at the moment, and if he was not careful, he might suffer a catastrophic disaster.
"Did you find the guy I asked you to find?" Saint Satan suppressed his anger, his voice low but full of majesty, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
His eyes were fixed on Alatas, as if he wanted to see through him.
When Alatas heard this question, he felt a little relieved. Fortunately, he had completed the task.
He quickly raised his head and said respectfully, "I found it and it's on the way."
"Good!" Finally hearing the good news, Saint Satan felt his anger dissipate a little bit, and his tense body relaxed a little.
There was a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, as if he saw hope of turning the situation around.
"When he arrives, bring it to me immediately." Saint Satan said coldly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
He thought to himself that this guy might be the key to turning the tide for him. As long as he could play his due role, this failure could still be salvaged.
"As you command!" Alatas responded quickly, his voice firm and crisp. He stood up, bowed deeply to Saint Satan, and then slowly left the room.
After walking out of the room, Alatas breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the pressure on his body was relieved a lot.
The atmosphere in the cabin of this two-masted sailboat, which was swaying slightly in the waves, was a bit depressing.
Wapol was tied tightly like a big dumpling by thick seastone chains. He could not move and could only twist his body slightly in the narrow space like a trapped beast.
"Um...can I ask how much it cost to have you kidnap my people?" Wapol asked tentatively, his eyes rolling around and a flattering smile on his face.
He was calculating in his mind, thinking that if he knew how much the other party had spent to hire someone to kidnap him, he could pay double and maybe he could regain his freedom.
The two men in front of him, dressed in neat black suits, looked at each other, their eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and impatience.
The man on the left frowned and said coldly: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!" His voice was like an icy blade, cutting through the already heavy air in the cabin.
"Yes, yes, yes." Wapol nodded and smiled hurriedly, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He didn't dare to anger the two guys in front of him. If he got beaten, it would be a waste of time.
He secretly groaned in his heart, wondering how he could be so unlucky to be tied up on this boat.
"Well, there's one more thing." Wapol hesitated for a moment, then spoke cautiously, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Hmm?" The man on the right raised his eyebrows, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if waiting for Wapol to state his request.
"Can you give me something to eat? I haven't had anything to eat since you guys caught me on the boat."
Wapol said this pitifully, and his stomach growled twice, as if in agreement with his words.
He felt hungry, thirsty, and weak all over. If he didn't eat something, he might not even have the strength to speak.
