Soon.
The bleeding from Piao Dagen's wounds wouldn't stop.
The crimson beam of light seemed to carry some kind of curse.
No matter what strange medicines from the obstetrics department Han Sumei secretly used, nothing worked.
Piao Dagen's breathing grew faint.
If left untreated, he definitely wouldn't live to see the next day.
"Take me to the Vice President!"
"I know him! I've done a lot for him. He won't abandon me!"
At this critical moment, Piao Dagen gritted his teeth. This was his last resort.
As the Midnight Butcher, a contract killer, he went out every night to hunt ghosts, and many ghosts in sensitive positions had commissioned him to eliminate their enemies.
He would then bring the corpses of those enemies back home.
This was why Han Sumei often saw Piao Dagen chopping up meat!
A few years ago, he'd had the fortune of working for the Vice President, helping him dispose of some rivals back when the Vice President was still just an attending physician.
