The white pigeon skimmed over the white roof of the hospital and slapped a puddle of white stains on the edge of the window.

Mu Nan took two dangerous steps back before avoiding the bird droppings. He sighed in his heart and ran back to the white sofa to sit cross-legged.

"Thank God for your SWHRT2B, Brother Jiang Cheng. With just a little effort, you managed to cut open the tempered glass." Mu Nan rubbed the silver knife on his collar with his fingertips and ...