Blood, I'm Dying, Feng Sheng

Carl Julidian didn't shout. He kicked open the small rooms in anger.

Other than scaring the woman in the room and making her scream in fear, he searched all the rooms but did not see Andy Elliot.

"Sir, Sir Andy is indeed not here. Why don't you go look for him elsewhere?"

Carl Jurdian glanced at the frightened woman beside him and walked out angrily.

As soon as he walked out of the brothel, a little boy in his early teens ran out of the alley. As soon as he saw him, he ran straight for him.

The little boy waved his arms at Carl as he ran and shouted,"

"Hey! Hey! There's a person wearing the same clothes as you who's tied up in the jungle! It's over there!"

Carl was not very proficient in Japanese, but he could understand some basic daily language.

He looked at the little boy who was running straight towards him. The other party was shouting about clothes, jungle, and tying.