C917 There Was No Hurry to Regret It

"Hey, man, wait!"

Seeing the black-clothed man turn around and walk out of the alley, he couldn't help but take a step forward and follow, "Then, then, how can I prove that she's infected with my virus?"

"This is your problem, not mine."

The man in black impatiently patted his chest. "Johnbo, the boss gave you time, at most half a month. If you can't handle it..