Zhang Fan's right hand moved slowly, but in Ning Yuan's eyes, Zhang Fan's move was nothing short of murder.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Are you slicing a wound? Damn, it looks like you're stabbing a scalpel into someone's heart."
Similarly, Hua Ling and others were trembling at the corners of their mouths.
However, they dared not speak, fearing they would disturb Zhang Fan.
A group of special police from Q City also gathered around, watching the scalpel slowly pierce into Xu Qi's body, each of them breaking out in a cold sweat.
This kid is practically committing murder.
Zhang Fan's pupils constricted and his left hand, holding the tweezers, also probed into Xu Qi's body.
Probing inch by inch, as if sinking into a quagmire.
And just then, Xu Qi's body shook even more violently.
Watching the bullet shard approaching Xu Qi's heart, Zhang Fan panicked, "Damn it, I should have knocked this guy out first."
