C620 620 Arrangements

midsight.

Downstairs, outside the main door.

"No need to support me like this, I'm not in my seventies or eighties … "Why do you treat me like I'm paralyzed?" Officer Zhao joked as he refused the good intentions of his colleagues and got out of the car.

He stood outside the midget door, one hand over the wound in his stomach, staring into the distance.

"Captain Zhao