"Huff..."
The cold wind lashed his face.
Su Ming'an stared blankly at the heavy snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers covering his throat, a surge of nausea welling up, liquid sliding down from the corner of his mouth, gradually soaking the floor with a pool of red blood.
He lowered his head, his vision a blur, an indistinct noise emanating from his throat.
"Teacher?" The concerned voice of Tretiya came from beside him.
Su Ming'an focused on the floor, feeling as if his vision was plummeting forward, about to tumble to the ground at any moment...
Right, there was no time to waste, he had to hurry...
He used the wall to stand up.
If he wanted to stop the nuclear explosion, he had to kill Lin Guang, the holder of the authority; and to kill Lin Guang, he definitely needed to wait until Cloning Ming arrived.
