C12 Opponent

The atmosphere in the ward was more or less depressing.

Liu Chuan sat on a bench in the corridor with his legs crossed as he nibbled on the youtiao and held the soy milk in his hands, enjoying his breakfast leisurely.

"Hey, move away, we've already surrounded this place. It's not important, it's best not to get any closer."

A discordant voice sounded in Liu Chuan's ears