The reason Jiang Feng came to Feng Yueji's house late at night was, of course, to find clean clothes to change into.
Before at the airport, he didn't intentionally protect himself, and even if he had, after slaughtering over a hundred strong men, it was unrealistic to expect not to have any bloodstains on him.
Covered in blood, he naturally couldn't return to the mansion, nor could he go to a pond in the suburbs to wash as he did last time; the only place that came to mind was Feng Yueji's.
"None of it is my blood, I— Is it convenient for me to come in now?" Jiang Feng consciously shifted his gaze away from Feng Yueji's shimmering body and asked.
"Of course!"
Feng Yueji hurriedly stepped aside to let Jiang Feng in.
Jiang Feng took a deep breath and walked into the living room, while Feng Yueji closed the door behind them.
"Master, what exactly happened earlier? How did you end up like this? Who did you fight with?"
Feng Yueji asked anxiously.
