In the darkness of the night, a small sound of electric current suddenly rang out, though it was more the sound of a small dental drill.
The young doctor in a white coat seemed to really be smiling; his eyes curved as he looked at Ava Walker, murmuring softly whether to Ava or to himself, "Hmm, this is my first time drilling a tooth without anesthesia, and we're not even on the treatment bed now, so there might be a little mistake. Be good and lie still, or I'll drill a hole in your tongue, and that won't be good. Come on, cooperate a little, be good…"
This voice sounded as if it was soothing, but in reality, it carried a terrifying chill that made everyone's hair stand on end.
The masked man's eyes bent into a smiling crescent suddenly flashed with cold light, and he spoke coolly to the bodyguard, "Aren't you going to hold her down? How many hands do I have? Can I hold her down and also fix her teeth?"
