C128 Consciousness

as if to protect the young Ai dazuoyi behind him. He did not care about the blood on his forehead, nor about his trembling feet, nor about his inability to see his target clearly. He could only stare at the muzzle of Hai yinleeci's gun.

Seeing the Lu deweixi's appearance, the researcher in white robes laughed.

Even though he knew he was in an absolutely disadvantageous situation