At this moment, Ji Jiu, whom John Joyce was thinking about, was in the warehouse of an electronics store that had already closed. He hadn't turned on the lights. Instead, he sat on the floor, using the light from a flashlight to indifferently sew up a deep, bone-visible wound on his calf with rough, savage stitches.
Before him lay a player who had been shrunk into the shape of a pumpkin, his head embedded with steel spikes—none other than Martin, John Joyce's teammate, whom Ji Jiu had encountered earlier.
Minutes ago, while attempting to pursue John Joyce, he was obstructed by the Mobile Detachment and forced to flee.
The deep wound on his calf was inflicted by Xing Hechou, the captain of the Mobile Detachment's second team.
Ji Jiu hastily stitched the wound and wrapped several layers of bandages tightly around his calf. He then took out a tube of dark green reagent and jabbed it into his shoulder.
