Perhaps it was due to exhaustion, the two cops were now closing their eyes, their chests rising and falling rhythmically, clearly asleep.
Xiao Qiang didn't care. Even if the two cops were awake, they wouldn't be able to stop him from entering.
In a flash, he had entered Old Eight's hospital room.
Old Eight was still lying there quietly. Thanks to the best medicine from the hospital, his complexion was much better than just after he'd been poisoned.
Walking over to Old Eight, he took his pulse. Seeing that the poison had been thoroughly cleared and that all Old Eight needed was rest and recuperation, Xiao Qiang felt relieved.
Without disturbing Old Eight, Xiao Qiang slowly left the room.
He frowned slightly. The two cops were still sound asleep. There was no reason for this, by common sense, they should have woken up.
Xiao Qiang's brows furrowed slightly and his hands swiftly formed a seal.
"Break!"
