In the empty Black Tiger Gang's hall, Lin Yan took out another spare mask from his pocket, only to discover that this mask had also been shattered in the previous battle.
He had no choice but to leave it on the ground.
He moved his arm and thigh. The previous action cracked the wounds on the two arrows, and blood slowly flowed down the shaft.
As the arrowhead was embedded in the flesh, pulling it out might cause a large piece of flesh to be pulled out, so Lin Yan didn't have time to deal with it.
At this moment, the battle had come to an end. There was almost no one alive in the entire Black Tiger Gang. Lin Yan relaxed slightly.
He took out a dagger and recalled the way the doctors treated his wounds in his previous life. He aimed at the place where the arrow entered his body and made a cross cut.
If it was the previous Lin Yan, he definitely wouldn't dare to do this.