Zhuang Xian heaved a sigh of relief when the doctor told her that Zhang Tao's life was no longer in danger.
She gently moved her bandaged left hand and left the infirmary.
The branch of the Underworld Gate in City H was located in a very secretive old villa area. There were very few people who usually came here, so it was very suitable for the Underworld Gate, a special organization that was low-key and mysterious!
Zhuang Xian's injuries were quite serious, but she did not pay much attention to them. The tearing pain from her arm was no less than the dull pain in her chest.
Zhuang Xian did not show it on her face, but the anger and guilt in her heart made her feel gloomy.
She knocked on Ming Tu's office door and did not pay much attention to the other people standing in the room. She chose a comfortable seat for herself and sat waiting for Ming Tu.
