In the corner, Su Ming'an is helping Hui Zi with her bandages.
She scratched without thinking, couldn't even pick up a weapon, and ended up scratching her hand open.
"...Thank you." Qianqin approached, glanced at Shi Ying standing with crossed arms in the distance, and whispered to Su Ming'an, "Stay away from that person, she's killed many people. If you need help, you can walk beside me next."
"Doraemon, are you nice to everyone?" Su Ming'an said as he bandaged.
"Dora...what?" Qianqin was puzzled.
Before she could speak, a sudden sound of footsteps came from the flat ground.
A blue-haired man walked into the hall, looked around, and coldly threatened, "Be quiet, I've got some questions for you."
"Who are you, why should we listen to you?" a girl named Song Ziyi retorted.
The blue-haired man remained silent, and in the next moment, a bullet hit the wall, exploding in a cloud of dust, frightening Song Ziyi pale.
