Looking at the excited Mo Fan, Zuo Han couldn't say anything more and was about to leave the operating room. When he turned around, he inadvertently turned his eyes to the side of the operating table.

There was a metal plate there, with a bright yellow bullet lying on it.

The medical staff must have forgotten it here carelessly.

Zuo Han's pupils shrank, he walked over and picked up the warhead, twisted it and placed it in his palm.

The life of a mere killer is not worth one of Mo Fan's eyes. What's more, the guy hidden behind the killer is still alive and well.

What is the purpose of those people, why do they come, will there be more trouble in the future...

Wait, wait, wait, Zuo Han won't even think about it.

It's boring to think about a group of dead people. It's true that you want to say goodbye to your past self, but that doesn't mean you want to be a saint.

No one can abuse the believers I protect.

No matter who you are, you are all quietly waiting for death to come.

Zuo Han's eyes became dark again.

My hair, which has begun to turn black after practicing Qigong, has a faint tendency to fade.

The cold white...
Chapter completed!