When they returned to the warship, a group of people were swaying and stumbling, looking rather disheveled. However, their faces were brimming with joyful smiles.
"Ah, Little Hong!"
Watching Fang Zheng come in, Hana, sitting on the bed in the middle, cheerfully waved at her. Her nose had been directly broken by Barthomeloi, leaving her face bruised and swollen, though it had been treated with medical gel. Still, she looked quite battered, but luckily the damage would not ruin her appearance… well, Hana probably didn't care about that at the moment.
"Looking at you all… well, not bad at all."
