Su Qiangwei descended from the sky, a flash of golden lightning in her hand, and the water-like long spear dispersed into droplets on the ground.
"Stop howling."
"Since Ma Ran specifically sent them over, he must have anticipated there would be a problem here."
Su Qiangwei understood Ma Ran better than anyone.
He's the kind of person who calculates ten steps with each step, how could he make such a rookie mistake!
Therefore...
Su Qiangwei had vaguely guessed Ma Ran's arrangements regarding Zhu Hanyi.
As she spoke, the girl squinted at Zhu Hanyi lying on the ground: "As long as he's not dead."
"I can heal this wound."
As she spoke, white light gathered in Su Qiangwei's palm, gradually transforming into a flawless snow-white scalpel.
Without another word, she held this snow-white scalpel and, under Wan Haihao's speechless gaze, fiercely stabbed it into Zhu Hanyi's chest.
Splash!
Blood spurted out, splashing Wan Haihao's face.
