Lin Fei struck the back of Zong Tianwei's head with his palm, and Zong Tianwei let out a muffled grunt, collapsing to the ground unconscious.
After knocking out Zong Tianwei, Lin Fei walked into the dimly lit bedroom and approached the old man hanging by iron chains in the corner.
Gradually, Lin Fei came within two or three steps of the old man, when suddenly, the old man who had been hanging his head with white hair covering his entire face lifted his head.
It was a face full of wrinkles, with a sinister gaze, like a demon from hell.
Clearly, he was not Ancient Moon River.
In the next moment, with the sound of clanking, the chains that had been hanging the old man's hands suddenly flew from his hands like venomous snakes, binding Lin Fei tightly as he approached.
"Hahaha, Lin Fei, you didn't expect me not to be Ancient Moon River, did you? Hahaha..." The old man displayed a face of wild joy, emitting a hoarse and unpleasant laugh like a crow.
