C88 Biochemical weapon incarnate

"Xiao Han!" I shouted from the van, not knowing how much effort I was putting into it. My throat hurt like a tear.

However, among the chaotic crowd in front, only a few people turned their heads to look at me, but one of the ruffians still held onto the corner of Xiao Han's clothes without letting go.

Is this using my armoured transport as a fucking prop cart?

All of a sudden