Jian You stared with disbelief at Nangong Ming, "Why would you do this? You all are police, military, how can you engage in such vile actions?"
"Why?"
Nangong Ming glanced at her indifferently and calmly replied, "Why do we need a reason? Hasn't Miss Jian heard the saying 'fight fire with fire'? That bastard shot me and I even got poisoned, nearly died. If I don't think of a way to deal with him, everyone in this room would be dead!"
Before the woman on the bed could respond, Nangong Ming pulled Bai Xuan, who was standing by the door, aside and stepped inside. Soon after, he dragged a man wrapped in a towel out of the bathroom…
"Commander, what is this?"
Bai Xuan instinctively avoided the man's bare upper body and asked seriously, "Did he try to commit suicide by wrist cutting?"
Nanke Yuting: "..."
Damn it, am I that pathetic?
Suicide? Wrist cutting?
The tricks of little women, crying, making scenes, threatening to hang themselves, he knew them…
"Suicide?"
