At this moment, Chen Tianlong glanced under the bed, his eyes shifted, and he began to slowly lower his body, lying on the floor and moving gradually.
The heels of his leather shoes gently touched the smooth tiles, emitting a faint sound in a rhythmic manner, until the sound suddenly intensified. Chen Tianlong knew the time had come.
"Go to hell."
Zhou Qianghan suddenly accelerated, darting towards the back of the hospital bed, then with great effort, he leaped, twisting his body mid-air, and a throwing knife flew from his right hand.
Ugh!
Chen Tianlong pushed against the bed's foot with all his might, and his entire body slid out from under the bed along the smooth tiles, conveniently winding up in Zhou Qianghan's previous position.
Although his back was in pain, Chen Tianlong couldn't be bothered, hastily getting up and dashing towards the door.
"Trying to run, not so easy!"
