Chapter 671

It seemed that the tattooed man did not expect her to hold such a grudge. He never thought she would destroy one of his fingers and send him to the infirmary. He was so scared that he immediately shrank back, and his face was full of horror. Lucille was not interested in bullying a country bumpkin like him. She walked past the ward and continued to check the next one. Robert's footsteps paused for a moment. Through the iron door, he slowly stuck out his middle finger to the tattooed man inside. In fact, he didn't quite understand what that gesture meant, but since it could offend people, then he would do so. As they walked, they had seen most of the infirmary. When they reached the wards at the end, Lucille saw a dying man lying on a narrow and simple hospital bed. The man's face was pale, his body was covered with countless wounds, and his prison uniform was already dirty beyond recognition. There were even traces of black blood on it. It was Maxwell! At that moment, Lucille's heart,