He didn't know that the so-called survivor was fake.
Actually, it's not that hard to figure out.
The Immune Body is Severo Joli's only lifeline, his hope for survival. Deep down, he didn't want to believe it was fake.
He was too involved in the situation, lacking an outsider's perspective, unable to see the truth clearly.
Severo Joli shook his left hand, "Hey, have you considered it enough? Are you letting me leave or do you want the whole hospital to be buried with me?"
Suddenly, a figure flashed past the bedside.
The reddish-skinned patient wearing a respirator sat up and grabbed Severo Joli's left hand.
"Bang bang bang..." Luke fired directly.
One shot hit his right arm, another hit his right shoulder.
"Ah..."
Severo Joli screamed, his body trembling with pain, his legs went weak, and he fell back, looking viciously at the patient beside him.
He wanted to let go and perish together.
But the opponent's strength was surprisingly strong, not at all like a patient.
