"Is that so? Then what's your suggestion? "
The more critical the situation was, the more careful Fang Heng became.
He remained vigilant, trying to sense the possible dangers in the surroundings.
"I suggest you give up the mission in District 8, but I don't think you'll be willing. " Han Jiong stared at Fang Heng, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, and gulped it down.
"You want the sample? Try it. "
Mo Jiawei gulped. Seeing Han Jiong's confidence, he whispered in Fang Heng's ear, "Something doesn't seem right. Did this guy take some powerful medicine? "
Lucia aimed at Han Jiong and pulled the trigger.
Bang! !
A loud gunshot sounded.
Han Jiong put his hands in front of him and took half a step back.
Blocking the bullet with his bare hands?
Lucia frowned slightly and put down the rifle in her hand.
