The head of the assassination team looked at the doctor with slight annoyance. With a frown settled on her face, she took the knife from the woman and walked over to Mo Qiang, who was lying on the bed. She raised the knife in her hand and then placed it on the core. But just as she tried to cut Mo Qiang's skin, suddenly her hand jolted and her knees went weak, causing her to kneel in front of Mo Qiang.
"That's right, kneel in front of me," Mo Qiang muttered inwardly. "You bastards, I have treated you all quite well in the past and now you are trying to ride on my head."
"Wh—what was that?" the leader of the assassination team looked at her hands and the floor. She was sure that she was standing straight just now, so how come she was kneeling now?
