Mo Nanjue straightened his body, raised his eyes and looked at her deeply, and his eyes met. Tong Ran clearly felt the affection in the man's eyes. She raised her hand to press the glass window, "Mo Nanjue, go quickly... hurry up, go quickly!"

Mo Nanjue reached out and pulled up the black leather jacket. The endless darkness wrapped around the blood-stained linen shirt. The man bent down and pulled out the two guns on the edge of his trouser legs, lowered his expression and sneaked out from the side.

Tong Ran stared at his back, her little hands clenched into fists, and the biting words overflowed from her teeth, "Mo Nanjue, I will wait for you for the rest of my life..."

It was not until his figure disappeared into the range she could see that Tong Ran took back her hand. She wiped the glass window and sat down, unable to tell whether it was excitement or deeper sadness.

Mo Nanjue sneaked all the way to the end of the corridor, with figures in front of him scattering, obviously still searching. The man reached out to cover his chest, and the suffocation feeling became stronger and stronger. He bit off the leather gloves of his other hand and stuffed them into his mouth, and bite them for the time being.

Mo Nanjue loaded both guns. He swept his eyes and locked the windows on both sides. If he smashed them open, he would definitely attract more people to come. Not to mention that this is the third floor, and he could not be sure if someone was ambushing down below...

After weighing the pros and cons, the man straightened up and took the gun to rush out.

He raised his legs and walked less than two steps before someone held his shoulder down. Mo Nanjue was extremely alert. He grabbed the man's hand with his backhand, but the other party leaned into his ear, "Don't go out, you have been poisoned, and the outside is covered with poison powder."

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, and the other party pulled his arm and pulled him to the side, "Come with me."

Mo Nanjue didn't move. He was still biting leather gloves in his mouth. When he turned his back, he saw the man standing behind him. He had a headband on his head, a mask on his face, and a black body.

Anyway, I just don't want people to see him.

Mo Nanjue didn't ask much, and he bent down, "With you, how likely will you be able to go out?"

The man's voice obviously changed, "100%.

Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrows and weighed the two guns in his hand, "I don't know why you helped me, but if we didn't go out, I can't let you leave alone."

The man nodded.

Bang--

A bullet exploded at their feet.

The man frowned and a subconscious action blocked Mo Nanjue's face, "Be careful!"

Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, "There are people over there!"

Seeing this, the man turned around and walked towards the stairs beside him, "Follow me."

Mo Nanjue didn't say much, followed him down and walked out of a ladder, and then he could see the people below walking up.

Mo Nanjue's eyebrows sterned, and he was about to shoot, but the man held his gun, "Don't, I'm not easy to explain if they die."

The man raised his eyebrows, "Are you from the Flame Hall?"

The man didn't speak.

Mo Nanjue withdrew his hand, the man glanced at him from both sides and suddenly pulled him into the second floor.

The second floor is full of experimental land. Mo Nanjue shuttled between countless glass windows. His handsome eyes glanced at him and saw the test tube sandwiched in the center of the laboratory at a glance.

A full of crimson liquid was flowing backwards, and countless machines were operating next to it. One tube after another was loading and the liquid was pushed out...
Chapter completed!