"Looking for death!" Chu Mo gazed deeply at the young man.
Then.
Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap echoed, and that young man's face instantly swelled up, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
The young man looked up resentfully, but before he could say anything, Chu Mo flickered, his eyes sharp as swords, glinting with precision. In a swift motion, he gripped the young man single-handedly and hoisted him into the air.
Instantly, the young man was dangling off the ground as Chu Mo spoke in a chilly voice, "Kneel here until I come out of the surgery room. If you dare stand up without my permission, no matter where you run, I can find you!"
"And before I come out, think very carefully. Tell me everything you know, leave nothing out, or I will kill you!!"
"Don't doubt my words!"
Chu Mo's voice was domineering and carried a tinge of icy coldness.
It seemed as though the entire hallway was frosted over with a layer of ice.
