Pharmacist!
How could Zhang Fan still be a pharmacist!
Nakamura Huaxiong's eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan, then he looked over at the few survivors from Japan, and incredulously asked, "This... this elixir, was it really refined by Zhang Fan?"
The group of people who had sunk into despair were suddenly pulled back to reality by Nakamura Huaxiong.
They glanced at Zhang Fan, their faces full of despair.
Yes, Zhang Fan is still a pharmacist!
Adding the overwhelming combat power now...
Forget it, dying is better, living is worse than death anyway.
Immediately, the group lay down on the ground, closing their eyes.
"Zhang Fan, stop dawdling, come on, give me a quick end. If there's a next life, may we never cross paths again!"
The voice was weak and powerless.
Completely different from the previous fear.
If there really was a next life, they wouldn't want to encounter Zhang Fan, that bastard, at all.
While Nakamura Huaxiong, watching this scene, went berserk.
