Two hours later, a group of young men, who were painted like dragons and tigers, rushed toward Rende Hall with great momentum.
Among them, the leader was a one-eyed bald man in a short-sleeved T-shirt. His tendons were exposed directly to the cold winter air. As he moved his pace, the flesh on his face kept shaking.
When he came to the front of the group of Rende Hall patients, the one-eyed went straight to the forefront, pushed away a thin man who was originally at his turn, and directly squeezed in.
The thin man glanced at the one-eyed, but as a result, he was directly scared to the side by his glare.
In front of the team, the doctor who was in charge of diagnosing frowned and said to the one-eyed, "What are you doing?"
The one-eyed grinned, carelessly threw
