"What are you doing?"
Number seven raised her voice in pain. Song qingxiao tore off the gauze from her hand. Some of the gauze was stained with dried blood. Number seven was in excruciating pain. He screamed and subconsciously raised his uninjured hand, ready to attack.
There were two wounds on her palm that was held by song qingxiao. It was as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. The wound had split open due to time, and the bone was visible. Blood gushed out and dripped down from the gap between number Seven's fingers.
our mission this time might be troublesome.
Number seven was still angry. Number six, the man in the suit, and the refined man didn't know why song qingxiao insisted on checking number Seven's wound. However, since they had formed an alliance, they were all wary and dissatisfied when they saw song qingxiao doing this to number seven.
