Headache!
Ling Chen stared blankly at the ceiling, his face etched with a bitter smile.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, he didn't know what to do. He took out his phone and dialed Hu Fei's number.
After a brief exchange, Ling Chen hung up the phone, disappointed. As he expected, there was still no trace of Xia Mutong. Despite Hu Fei's best efforts, the God Organization was too cunning; not a single clue could be found. Hu Fei was now like a headless fly, scurrying everywhere, gathering information.
Lost in thought, Ling Chen felt sleep creeping up on him and unknowingly drifted off in bed.
...
He woke up in a daze.
Ling Chen rubbed his bleary eyes and yawned as he sat up in bed. Just as his feet touched the floor, he heard a series of 'thump thump thump' knocks on the door.
"Who is it?" Ling asked, muttering to himself, "Can't they let one be at peace so early in the morning?"
"Ling, it's me, open up quickly."
