Su Mo lay down at the window, and what first came into view was a wall splattered with brain matter and blood. Below that, a middle-aged couple sat on the sofa, both missing the back of their heads, and a revolver lay abandoned on the floor.
She straightened up, her eyes filled with pity, "Kick the door in, they're all dead."
"I'll do it," Jian Qing said with eagerness.
Su Mo turned to look at him just as Jian Qing rolled up his sleeves looking keen. He clenched his hand into a fist, smashed it against the door lock, and immediately the handle came off completely and fell to the floor.
His hand was cut by the edge of the handle.
Under everyone's gaze, the bloody wound miraculously retracted and healed in an instant, as good as new.
Extremely powerful healing power!
Jin Han could not hide the surprise in his eyes, "Brother, your superpower is impressive."
Jian Qing scratched his head and humbly said, "It's all thanks to the medicine."