As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere instantly became oppressive once again.
Domineering.
Incomparably domineering.
But the next second, a voice sounded.
Terry pointed at Trent with trembling fingers, took out his phone, and shouted, "Well, you are really a madman who is not afraid of death."
"A madman has come in.
"All of you, come up here.
Terry put down the phone and said to Trent with a sneer.
"Lad, you are finished. Today, you'll be beaten up."
"Trent." Atticus ran over.
"The people from Secret Agency are already waiting downstairs. Do I need to call them over to deal with it?"
"No. I want to see how corrupt this hospital is and how tough the guys here are."
Trent looked at the end of the corridor with determination in his eyes.
"Humph. You are facing a disaster, and you still dare to boast shamelessly," Terry said disdainfully from the side.