The skin on Lao San's face was taut, his expression a bit strange. The conductor had spoken so fluently, so vividly, that for a moment, he felt as if he were standing at He Jie's doorstep, not surrounding He Jie with a gun, but a mournful woman with two children...
The sound of a door unlocking interrupted Lao San's fantasy.
A man walked out empty-handed.
He was about 1.8 meters tall, with somewhat dark skin. He had taken off his bulletproof vest to reveal a dark green short-sleeved shirt. There were bandages on his lower abdomen, right shoulder, and right arm.
Much like the Iron Rain 14.5, cold and rough, but exuding an explosive sense of power.
His pupils were like obsidian scorched by fire, gleaming with a cold light, scanning the faces of the people before settling on Su Huan.
Hoarsely, he said, "No one can touch my wife."
Lao San's hair stood on end, and anger made him take a step forward, fiercely saying, "You've got some nerve, huh?"
