C643 You Need to Die

In one of the dimly lit rooms, Hashimoto Fujino was wiping his hands with a serious expression.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, his upper body not covered at all, revealing a clearly defined body. With a single glance, one could tell that he was full of strength.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Hashimoto Fujino's left arm was wrapped in a layer of gauze