Jikin aimed for the gap and dashed towards the outside.
Looking at the figure rushing out, Yimo's lips curled into a smile of schadenfreude.
Jikin, whoever you run into outside will definitely be the nightmare of your life.
Fu Heng looked at the dried liquid on the ground, a hint of regret flashing across his face.
We finally had a viral reagent, but what a pity, it's ruined again.
Outside, Jikin sprinted out, but realized something was wrong. After he ran out, surprisingly, no one chased him.
No, it's a trap!
By the time Jikin realized it, it was too late.
A chill energy surged from his soles, as if it was a cold winter night, though it was clearly day time.
Jikin abruptly looked up; his face was unsightly when he saw the man standing at the gate.
Jingwu Quan!
Damn, it was actually him.
How could the CEO of JK International be involved in this kind of situation?
Before he could think further, Jingwu Quan was already in front of him.
