Secretary Luo doesn't believe in miracles, so he wouldn't believe that the person in front of him was suddenly merciful. In fact, the ugly man had already dashed out while he was still pondering. From different directions came dull groans, as if something had fallen. Gravely injured, he couldn't turn back, but the light footsteps had already reached his ears.
"Brother Luo!" Hua Qingyi had someone slung over his shoulder and held a sniper rifle in his hand.
"Young Master Hua?" Secretary Luo couldn't believe he would encounter Hua Qingyi in this place, so he stood there in a daze.
"Is the injury serious?"
"The bullet passed through the scapula, but it avoided vital spots!"
"Brother's Divine Needle usually isn't wrong. He said at most it would hit the scapula and not anywhere else." Hua Qingyi looked at Secretary Luo's wound. "The bullet is lodged in the back. Let's go to the hospital and take care of it first."
