I’ll Ask, Don’t Worry About It
บรรณาธิการ: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Huo Shaoheng took a step forward and put his hand out in front of Dou Qingyan, only to find that she was no longer breathing.
After being shot a few rounds straight into the back of her heart by the middle-aged woman, even a deity would not be able to escape death.
Yin Shixiong jumped into the room and immediately rushed behind the middle-aged woman. He reached out and pressed her shoulders down, and with a pull and a tug, dislocated both of her arms.
Huo Shaoheng followed suit and stepped forward. Wearing transparent latex gloves, he suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin and pulled down hard, dislocating her jaw.
At the same time, Yin Shixiong took out an instrument, aimed it at the middle-aged woman's face and carefully scanned it.
A holographic image of the woman's facial bones quickly appeared on their phone screen.