"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
William Cole showed no mercy, a kick for each person, sending the whole group charging at him flying.
"Puh!"
In the last second, just as the ninth needle in Martha Davidson's hand was about to pierce into Josephine Hayes's body, he grabbed Martha Davidson's wrist.
"You… let go!" Martha Davidson, gripping the silver needle, couldn't bring herself to move. The strength of William Cole was simply too great, like that of a bear.
William Cole sneered, "I can't possibly let go!"
"You use the Nine-nine Revival Needle to harm people, and you expect me to let go? Did you learn your medical skills from a dog?"
"Is this what your master taught you?"
"You…" Martha Davidson was shocked that William Cole knew about the Nine-nine Revival Needle; she stared at him incredulously, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What Nine-nine Revival Needle? I'm trying to save someone! Let go now!"
"If you don't let go, the person can't be saved!"