C102 Xu san dao

In the hospital, the door to the vice director's office was tightly closed.

It was noon, and a few nurses had already gone to bed. There was almost no one in the long corridor.

A man in a leather jacket was walking down the corridor. His face was cold and grim, with a terrifying scar on his face. If one looked closely, there were three knives inside his leather jacket, two short and one long