Li Qingfeng had already reached the eleventh-floor dance hall and headed straight for the private room where Xing Ying and the others were.
"Ahhhh..."
As he pushed open the door, a piercing, terrifying scream echoed from the restroom.
Li Qingfeng's face changed at the sound, and he hurriedly led his people towards the restroom.
He thought to himself that he was still a step late.
When he received the call, he rushed upstairs non-stop, but was ultimately a step too late.
However, when he stood at the restroom, he was momentarily dumbfounded.
The floor of the restroom was covered with glass shards stained with blood, and the terrified faces of the girls contrasted with the madness in the eyes of the girl who was drenched and covered in blood.
Even Li Qingfeng was left stunned by the sight.
The situation had taken a sharp turn, catching everyone off guard.
Inside the restroom, Ma Qiaolan's head was bleeding profusely, but she was not at a disadvantage at all.
