"If you're not buying anything, then leave," the middle-aged man looked up, his facial muscles carefully controlled to remain calm as he gazed at He Ao. "I don't welcome mental patients here."
He Ao glanced at him, picked up his phone, and started dialing.
"Who are you calling?" the middle-aged man asked coldly, watching He Ao's movements subconsciously.
"Staff from the Research Institute." He Ao replied casually.
Bang—
Almost the moment his voice fell, a crisp and subtle gunshot suddenly sounded.
He Ao's body shuddered, and he fell backward onto the ground.
The middle-aged man returned the silenced handgun to the open drawer and leaned forward to look at the young man lying on the ground.
A hint of crimson oozed from the young man's chest; his eyes widened as he stared at the middle-aged man, seeming to want to say many things.
