"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?"
Summoned to the room by a phone call from Lin Feng, Little Sister Dong's eyes widened in horror, and even her body couldn't help but tremble.
The Lin Feng who opened the door for her was wearing a pair of gray pajama pants, his upper body bare, his entire body seemingly cracked like a turtle shell, covered with spiderweb-like fissures, the exposed red flesh within looking somewhat terrifying.
At this moment, Lin Feng looked like a human prop from a dissection room.
Just a moment ago everything seemed fine, how did he end up injured upon returning to the room?
And it looks so severe!
If there weren't any signs of a struggle in the room, and if Lin Feng's expression wasn't so calm, Little Sister Dong would have shouted out.
She was well aware of the hefty bounty on Lin Feng's head.
But with so many experts in the hotel right now, even professional assassins wouldn't dare to launch a sneak attack, right?
