Just then, another man in black pushed the door and walked in.
Behind him, Chen An, who had been making a phone call, glanced at Han Qingqing inside the room. When his gaze swept over her crimson eyes, it immediately darkened, and he almost charged forward, "Nanjue, don't inject her!"
But it seemed that Heaven had ordained it so; Chen An's protest was a mere second too late. By the time he spoke out, the needle had already pierced into the flesh of Han Qingqing's right arm, and Mo Nanjue almost simultaneously pushed the plunger—
A full syringe of the sedative was thus injected entirely into Han Qingqing's body!
Han Qingqing arched her upper body, her grip on Mo Nanjue's right leg loosened, the man shook his leg, and easily kicked her away.
But then, a situation that surprised everyone occurred—
