C177 Qi

Ouyang Cheng was about to be unable to dodge, and death suddenly descended on him.

"Bam!"

A gunshot rang out, and the white-coat scientist stiffened. The scissors in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry and call the doctor!"

The Director Yan carried a gun in his hand, and came over to check on Ouyang Cheng's situation. Right now, Ouyang Cheng was not just a simple prisoner