"This Pen Xian should be helping A Zi vent his anger, but his behavior is a bit radical."

Li Hui nodded and said.

"It's really radical, but I don't think Bixian is doing something wrong."

"I don't hate Pen Xian just because it's not human, nor do I favor those perpetrators just because they are human."

Wang Jin squatted down and reached out to grab the sewing needle that was inserted into his legs.

"I have my own judgment criteria, don't learn from me."

With gritted his teeth and exerted force, Wang Jin pulled out the sewing needle.

Blood rushed out instantly. After Wang Jin simply disinfected it, he took out a bandage from his backpack and bandaged it.

"Who did you learn the method of bandaging?"

Li Hui blinked her eyes. Wang Jin's bandaging posture was too professional, and even the people from the suppression department might not be so skillful.

"Self-study, after all, the nature of the work is here, and I want to try my best to live longer."

Wang Jin stood up with Li Hui's support and gave himself another injection of adrenaline with his backhand. Although he was skillful in his technique, he still grinned in pain.

At this moment, Li Hui suddenly remembered that the young man in front of her had just joined the company less than half a month.

And he, the minister's deputy who has been suppressing the minister since childhood, has unknowingly used him as his backbone from the beginning.

"What a great man."

Li Hui's eyes were filled with admiration, and her cheeks became red inexplicably.

Wang Jin's condition was slightly better. Under the influence of adrenaline, he could not feel the injury on his leg for the time being.

The two of them walked to the third floor, and the wooden stairs became narrower and narrower, and they always felt that something bad would happen.

“Cruff!”

The wooden staircase made a terrifying sound, torturing the two of them.

"Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-D

The footsteps behind me are still very blurry and there is still plenty of time.

Wang Jin stepped on it and just raised his other leg, the originally solid wooden staircase suddenly cracked in half, and a cold light rushed out.

[Author’s off-topic]: Qiangqiang, do you think I’m a pigeon? This is a good thing to update this point.

(Actually I almost finished writing)
Chapter completed!