Zhang Yang's gaze was icy cold. As a fellow doctor, he despised this kind of scum.
The scalpel in Zhang Yang's hand carved a cold, sharp arc, and the doctor's screams echoed in the sealed laboratory.
Zhang Yang had precisely severed the tendons in the doctor's wrist.
The few people nearby were all extremely frightened.
Casually, Zhang Yang tossed the scalpel to the ground; by now, the doctor's blood had stained his white lab coat red.
"You… you dare ruin me!" The doctor clutched his wrist, agony causing veins to bulge on his forehead.
Zhang Yang sneered, kicking him to the ground, then said fiercely, "Compared to what you do to those young people, this is letting you off easy."
Zhang Yang didn't plan on killing any of them; he wasn't an enforcer. These people would naturally be handed over to the law.
Moreover, Zhang Yang also intended to expose the dirty deeds done in secret by the Qingyi Sect.
To let the relevant departments take a good look.
