Lying on the hospital bed, the whole clinic was empty at this time, except for Ding Hao himself, there was no one else, it had been two or three hours, there was no one, and he didn't know what time it was, but the hunger in his stomach made him know that he must have been lying here for a long time.

In his mind, on that talent tree, the merits accumulated by the predecessor were still converging towards the taproot of the talent tree little by little, gradually rendering the healing technique golden. This made Ding Hao feel better, at least he saw the hope of healing his body.

Enduring the hunger in his abdomen, Ding Hao lay on the bed and waited, waiting for the healing technique to be fully activated, I don't know how long it took, the healing technique was all rendered by the golden light, and it was completely activated.

"Healing technique, consume your own strength to release healing holy light, and heal all injuries." This is the remark of the healing technique, which is very simple, but the consumption of his own strength makes Ding Hao a little puzzled.

Could this be the release of the healing technique to consume physical strength? Or something else? Ding Hao thought for a moment, could it be that the Paladin Talent Tree could allow him to gain extraordinary power in this ordinary world? Otherwise, just relying on a person's physical strength to release the healing technique, two or three strokes may be able to exhaust the person and lie down.

"Maybe it really can!" After thinking about it, Ding Hao still decided to cure himself first, and then talk about other things, after all, no one has come for so long, if he doesn't take action, he doesn't know when someone will bring food.

"Healing Technique......" Ding Hao meditated silently in his heart, and suddenly a white light emanated from his body, and then converged towards the injured places on his body, especially the position of his limbs, all of which were shrouded in white light. Obviously, the most seriously injured area of his body is his limbs, not only the hand and tendon tendons were broken, but also the fractures are not a few.

Ding Hao also wanted to know why the enemy didn't kill the predecessor, but anyway, even if the predecessor didn't die at the time, it was really dead now, otherwise he would not have been able to occupy the magpie's nest and come back to life with the corpse. However, if the enemy did this, Ding Hao could also guess some of their intentions.

"Generally speaking, most pre-war assassinations are endless, but there is also the possibility that the enemy's morale will be damaged and the enemy's drag will be increased. If you don't kill it, you have to treat it, and the miserable end of being alive will also make the timid people fearful, after all, sometimes life is worse than death is the most terrible. Ding Hao thought in his heart.

Just when Ding Hao was treating himself and thinking nonsense, on the other side of this block, two groups of people were facing each other, on one side was the Hong Gang, which was dominated by Chinese, although the strength of the Hong Gang in New York was relatively small, and the real main force of the Hong Gang was on the West Coast. But it is also the most powerful force of the Chinese here, and the most successful ones in the overseas Chinese group to warm up are the Hong Gang and the Qing Gang.

On the other side are a group of yellow people, who are generally shorter than the Chinese, wearing kimonos and samurai swords at their waists to indicate their identity: Japanese.

Ding Hao's predecessor was a safflower double stick of the New York branch of the Hong Gang, and he belonged to the kind of fierce generals who dared to fight. The main reason why no one took care of Ding Hao in the clinic was because tonight was the time to settle the grievances with the Japanese Black Dragon Society, and even the medical personnel from both sides were called nearby to help treat the wounded later. That's why there is no one in the clinic, and that's the real reason.

At this time, the two sides confronted each other, testing each other, Hong Bang's side was a middle-aged man wearing a practice uniform, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, just like the image of the star on the kung fu movie poster. At this time, I was communicating with the person on the other side.

"Hasegawa, come out and speak!" The middle-aged man is not tall, but he has a temperament like an abyss, standing in place is like a towering mountain, a vast abyss.

"Hong Wujun, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect you to come to New York from Los Angeles!" On the other side, a guy wearing a kimono with two katana swords at his waist walked out, clattering clogs on the ground under his feet.

"Hasegawa, Ming people don't say dark words, you Black Dragon Society can want to expand your territory in New York, but you shouldn't hit my Chinatown idea, this is my Hong Gang's territory!" Hong Wu said.

"Here, it seems to be the territory of the Americans, you and I are both outsiders, so why bother to say where it is! It's just a matter of seeing if your fist is bigger, or if my knife is sharper. The kimono man on the other side said, seemingly disdainful of Chinatown being the territory of the Chinese.

"Hmph...... In that case, then let me understand how far you have practiced the Twin Swords of the Changgu Clan! Hong Wu didn't say much at this time, he took a step directly, and his body was like a galloping horse, and he jumped several meters with his legs and punched the man in the kimono.

"I just want to understand the power of your Hong family's iron fist!" Hasegawa said that as soon as the clogs stepped on the ground, his body rushed forward, and in the process, the two long knives on his waist were instantly unsheathed, and the snow light shone in the night, refracting the surrounding street lamps and slashing towards Hongwu.

The leaders of the two sides made a move, and suddenly all the younger brothers under their subordinates began to act, like two tides rushing to each other, one side was a katana kimono, and the other side was a steel pipe, obviously this time, neither side wanted to expand the matter, and did not use firearms.

On the other side, the light of the healing technique on Ding Hao's body shone, and the injuries on his original body improved little by little, but in just a few seconds, the white holy light disappeared, and all the injuries on Ding Hao's body were healed, he felt that there was no discomfort coming from his body, and immediately turned over from the bed, smashed the plaster directly on the edge of the bed, and then turned over and stood up.

"Go out and find something to eat, or you're going to starve!" The feeling of hunger in his belly was very strong, because he used the healing technique at this time, and consumed more energy, and the only son who was originally just a little hungry was now like he hadn't eaten for three days, and he was cooing with hunger.

He changed out of his hospital gown, found a white coat in the house, and there were no other clothes in the clinic for him to change, and then turned out of the window and walked out of the clinic and into the street.

Not long after walking out of the clinic, Ding Hao suddenly saw a golden light constantly jumping forward on the roof in the distance, and it was speeding towards him on the roof.

"What kind of person is this, who actually has such a thick golden light of merit on his body? And it's like running on the rooftop. Is this world really an ordinary world? Ding Hao was puzzled, so he stared more intently at the figure who came from the eaves on the roof of the building.

"This ...... Nima, this is the costume of a super brave man, and this kind of skill should not be a fake, could it be said that Lao Tzu came to the Marvel world? After seeing the person clearly, Ding Hao gasped.