Angry words fell.

With the sound of the door hitting the wall, everyone couldn't help but shake their bodies.

Quickly turned his head to look at the door.

The broken hair of the person who came was slightly messy, and a black windbreaker was not buttoned, so he wore it casually on his body, and he was dusty.

The god-like face made people dare not look directly, especially the pair of alien pupils were brewing a storm at the moment, showing anger, as sharp as a knife.

As soon as the 1.88-meter-tall man entered the narrow interrogation room, the interrogation room instantly became even more cramped.

Ling's aura was so overwhelming that everyone couldn't raise their heads.

The wrath of the emperor is thousands of miles away.

Director Chen only felt a chill down his spine, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

When Han Mo's gaze touched the girl sitting on the side, it changed instantly, becoming soft, worried, and his eyes were slight.

The girl was still in the same black sportswear as in the video photo, with her long curly hair falling down, sitting in the interrogation chair and looking up at him, her dark pupils dilated slightly, and her mouth slightly open, as if she was surprised why he suddenly appeared here.

Han Mo walked over quickly, asked her to stand up from her seat, and held her arm and asked her to turn around in front of him to see if there were any injuries.

"Did you hurt somewhere?"

Although his subordinates repeatedly assured him on the phone that Hua Simu was not injured, he just couldn't rest assured that he must see that she was okay with his own eyes.

As soon as I threw away the things at hand, I came back by private jet, and when I got off the plane, I drove wildly, and I don't know how many red lights I ran along the way.

At that time, I didn't have any ideas, I just wanted to see Hua Simu immediately to see if she was hurt.

Afraid that she would be scared when she was alone in the police station, he wanted to take her home.

Even if she showed her hand in hand-to-hand combat class and defeated the instructor, he knew that she had some ability to protect herself, but ...... What if......

Many years later, Han Mo knew that Hua Simu was far more powerful than he imagined, but he could never rest assured about Hua Simu, and some people were puzzled and asked him why.

He said.

Even though she is powerful, she is just a little girl with crooked eyebrows and eyes in front of me, and I am worried that she will be injured, and I can't rest assured.

Hua Simu didn't expect Han Mo to come, and she was a little stunned for a while.

Did Brother Han come so far for himself......

Just as Hua Simu is easy to be soft-hearted, Hua Simu is also easy to be impressed.

For more than a thousand years, to be honest, for a long time, she has been out by herself, constantly improving herself, occasionally getting injured, and often carrying it alone.

Others will want to say that the ghost demon is so powerful, a little injury is nothing to her.

It's really nothing, not to mention that she's a healer herself.

But she ...... It hurts, too......

Han Mo was in the dust, and he didn't ask her why she was fighting, but came up and asked her if she was injured, this feeling was indescribable.

My heart was hot, my nose was sore, my eyes were so sour, and tears welled up in my eyes.

She didn't want to cry, and she didn't know why, a few tears broke out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

She sniffled.

Lifted up his trousers to show Han Mo, and whispered, "It hurts a little here." ”

Han Mo's heart ached, and he squatted down, gently holding her ankle and checking her injuries.

The wound was very small, it was slightly rubbed on the calf, and a little blood oozed a little, presumably from the glass shards splashed when the wine bottle was smashed, and now the wound has stopped bleeding.

Hua Simu didn't notice it all the time, but he was bored during the interrogation just now, and he felt a slight tingling pain in his legs, so he found out.

Without the demonic power, the wound heals much more slowly.

Director Chen followed to look at the wound, and poked his head over to look at the wound for a long time, but he couldn't draw where the wound was.

"What about their group?" Han Mo stood up, his breath becoming heavy, like Hell Satan.

Director Chen knew who he was asking, how dare he not answer, his own work was almost unsaved, "Outside, outside." ”

Han Mo dragged an iron chair and walked out.

The stool was dragged against the smooth tiles with a harsh, high-pitched sound.

There are not many cases today, and people are easy to find.

Director Chen took the initiative to open the key to the cell door.

Next was Han Mo's ferocious beating, what is called beating to death, and those people had no power to parry.

The shadow cast on the wall has a railing.

The railing cut the shadow to pieces, and a tall shadow swung the chair in his hand and threw it at the shadow lying on the ground, again and again, tirelessly.

Most of the young officers in this police station dare not speak no matter where they have seen such a scene.

When you swing it down again.

Hua Simu stepped forward and blocked the arm he was about to swing, "That's enough." If he continues to fight, he will die. ”

From the perspective of a healer, she could see that the man who was beaten was almost at the limit.

"He hurt you, he deserves to die. Han Mo gasped slightly, his chest rose and fell, and his broken hair blocked his eyes, he didn't need to look to know that they were a pair of cold eyes.

Hua Simu didn't expect Han Mo to be so out of control.

frowned and let go.

"Don't get your hands dirty. ”