Lin Zishuang nodded and entered the medicine cabinet to take out the items her grandmother needed to prepare.
Zhuo Junyue watched from the side. He had not anticipated that they would encounter people from an assassin organization.
It seemed they had underestimated them.
If they were the ones bringing trouble to his doorstep, then they couldn't blame him for not showing mercy anymore.
After a while, Lin Zishuang came out with the anesthetic, Tian Sheng. Although the old lady was advanced in years, her medical skills were even more formidable than Shao Rui's.
The bullet was quickly removed.
Looking at the iron bullet, the old lady's expression turned somewhat displeased.
Clearly, she did not like such bloody things.
If it were not for Ningyan and An An's sake, she would definitely not have allowed outsiders to enter the Ling clan so easily.
She handed the bullet to Lin Zishuang, "Shuang'er, dispose of this thing."
For the Ling clan, such items always carried bad omens.
