Ma Houde got up from the ground, shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness. He then walked towards Ye Yan.
"Ye Yan, are you OK?"
"I’m OK. Still alive." Ye Yan spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with impurities.
The two middle-aged man looked at each other--- looking at the familiar smile on each other’s face. Officer Ma raised his fist, so did Ye Yan.
Their fists bumped together faintly after 3 years.
"What happened to this guy?"
Officer Ma frowned at this moment, seeing Yu Hua who was laying on his stomach. Yu Hua had a cramp suddenly and kept spitting white foam from his mouth. That body of strong muscles contracted little by little.
Ye Yan squatted down, his fingers touching Yu Hua’s pulse, "It’s very weak, but he won’t die immediately… he had probably used some kind of hormone or special stimulant before that? Based on his look, it seemed that he had already gone through something before we came here…"
