"Are you fucking human?!" Mo Nanjue could no longer endure it. He grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up, then flipped his hands and directly smashed him towards the chair beside him!
With a bang, the wooden chair back cracked open on impact. Luo Xiao, flung into it, reached up to hold his forehead, feeling a tearing pain. He lightly pressed his fingertip there, and it was stained with blood.
Mo Nanjue was filled with hostility, his handsome eyes narrowed and covered with a layer of bloodthirst. He bent down to pick up the broken chair leg and step by step approached Luo Xiao.
His footsteps were heavy, shaking the hospital tiles. The people around had long since fled, too scared to come near. Luo Xiao propped himself up with one hand, looked up at him, "Do you want to kill me?"
Mo Nanjue did not respond.
