In a secluded corner outside the hospital, Joe raised his head slightly, his eyes looking past the brim of his hat towards the innermost building of the hospital.
Seeing the faint light coming from that area, he squinted his eyes, a wave of murderous intent wrapping around him.
When he heard the faint sound coming from the alleyway, Joe instantly withdrew the murderous intent emanating from his body.
He reached out and pulled his hat down a bit to cover his face, then shoved his hand into his pocket and walked out. Inside his pocket, he tightly gripped the gun.
Lin Yao lay on the bed, her hand hanging off the edge, her eyes dull and cloudy as they stared at the ceiling above.
Her face still wore the confusion that followed the excitement induced by drugs, and now she had no strength left in her body.
A faint grin tugged at Lin Yao's lips. Besides being unable to control her body, her mind was a cloudy mess.
