With another clean, slashing stroke, a spray of blood erupted, drenching Nie Zhao from head to toe.
When a killer loses both arms, what’s left to do? Run, of course!
A-Ming’s mind went blank, leaving him with only one thought: escape! He turned to run, but without his arms to maintain balance, he stumbled, lurching toward the hospital bed. He tripped over an electrical cord, and it looked as though he was about to collide head-first with Nie Zhao—who had just come out of an eight-hour surgery and whose head was heavily swathed in white bandages.
Chapter 41