"No need,"
Jing Rui's voice was not loud, but his tone was firm.
"You just wait here. I'll get the hypnotist to hypnotize you a few more times to help you recover your memory. You don't need to do anything else. "
"Big brother ..."
Jing Zhi wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Jing Rui's cold eyes.
Outside the window, a sudden clap of thunder boomed, and heavy rain poured down.
Jing Zhi watched as his brother took out his killer equipment, put on his mask again, climbed out of the window, and disappeared into the storm. He was so shocked that he almost cried.
His brother had chosen to face the storm alone, leaving all the warmth and peace to him.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dusky land.
In the storm, there was only one figure moving forward alone.
Jing Rui was drenched from head to toe, but he had gotten used to this kind of life and the rain did not weaken his fighting spirit.
