The Pallor Factory
"Damn, she really is dangerous—"
It wasn't just the Tall, Thin Woman whose expression changed. Han Su, standing not far from Song Chushi, couldn't help thinking, Holy shit.
Zhang Chiguo had repeatedly stressed that this man was dangerous, but Han Su hadn't really taken it to heart.
After all, Old Song was polite and well-spoken, and had left him with a pretty good impression.
Now he understood why so many cities had issued wanted notices for the man—
As he grumbled to himself, he hurriedly summoned the Ghost Truck.
The female assistants from the Scalpel Team only knew how to follow orders. They paid no attention to what was happening around them and rushed into the fog, intent on finding Han Su. But before they could find him, they heard a deafening honk.
The next moment, a towering, menacing front end came hurtling straight at them.
Its imposing momentum stood in stark contrast to their frail, slender frames.
Yet not one of the female assistants looked alarmed. The three facing the Ghost Truck each had a role: two stepped forward and pressed their hands against the truck from either side, while the third swelled in size like a little giant and kicked at its front end.
With a tremendous crash, she sent the Ghost Truck flying.
The vehicle collided with things and rolled through the dense fog, letting out mournful groans as its headlights dimmed.
The next moment, strange Crystal Radiance glimmered in their eyes. Their gazes pierced the fog as they searched for Han Su. Even the Ghost Truck can't threaten them?
Han Su had taken the opportunity to escape their encirclement, but his heart still tightened with wariness.
"Leave these to me!"
But Song Chushi had already turned and entered the fog, speaking in a