Nine minutes, not a second more, not a second less.
He walked up to the corpse, the perfect incision presented before him, and let out a cold laugh aimed at the figure already turning away.
"Who is this person?" JAZZ stood beside him.
"It's good you didn't provoke him." The Sven man fell into contemplation over the incision, "Fax a copy of the contract to my office later."
"Yes!"
"The people inside can be taken away now." After removing the lab coat and gloves, the Sven man followed after the figure of Xiao Lin.
Carrying something in his hand, Xiao Lin was eager to get back to the campus hospital. The silver QQ car recklessly speeding down the street, the phone placed on the shelf, its signal light flashing continuously.
"Shouldn't we go take a look?" Consort Ling reminded Xiao Lin, who hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone, which was filled with calls from Wu Shuang.
