The air inside was stuffy with the smell of blood, the scent of sweat from bodies, and even other indistinguishable odors mixed together.
Jiang Man frowned slightly, her gaze flicking over Zhao Huai, she said nonchalantly, "Don't kill the guy."
After speaking, she pointed to the unconscious He Xiuyan, "As for her, let her go for now, considering Song Xiao's face."
Zhao Huai was startled for a moment. Seeing Lu Xingzhou's silent agreement, he immediately responded, "Yes!"
Jiang Man draped a towel over her shoulders and glanced at Lu Xingzhou before leaving. "I'm going to change my clothes; my uncle asked us to visit him if we're free. Are you available tonight?"
"Yes, I'll wait for you outside." Lu Xingzhou disliked the smell in here too.
After Jiang Man left, he took out a handkerchief, covered his nose, and glanced disdainfully at the bloody octagonal cage.