Transfer! Transfer! Transfer!

The First People's Hospital of Tianbei City had all kinds of patients walking in and out. Of course, there were also healthy young people wandering around. 

"Excuse me."

The seven young martial artists' fourteen shining eyes shone like stars in the hospital hall. They stared at Solomon, who was standing in front of them, with hostility. Each of them was very strong. The way they walked was steady, and their arms swayed as they were walking. They wore martial artist suits that were suitable for fighting and gave off a feeling of extreme spirit.

"Are you guys looking for Qin Fen?"

The voice of Little Dragon King Yang Lie came from behind Solomon. The price of the martial artist suits they wore was not cheap. It seemed that these people's family background had some power, as provocation seeped through their demeanors. It didn't seem like they were here to do a yearly examination.