Nanyuan Shiran could break free and forcefully engage in a contest with Song Zhenrong.
But he didn't do that; instead, he turned his head to look at Song Zhenrong and said calmly.
"It's useless."
"Wha..."
While Song Zhenrong was still puzzled, screams had already erupted from the front of the crowd.
Kill!
Kill kill kill kill kill!
Song Zhenrong stopped Nanyuan Shiran from drawing his sword, but his team members, the others from the Hospital Protection Team, drew their swords directly and hacked at these troublemaking ruffians!
The white blade goes in, red blade comes out, these people didn't need instructions, or rather, they had already received orders before acting.
Thus, this massacre began silently!
Screams, cries for help, desperate wails, the sounds of limbs being separated, the splattering of blood... all sorts of sounds blended together, causing Song Zhenrong's eyes to widen slowly.
"Everyone... stop, stop right now!!!"
