Chapter 120 Acting Again

It was nine o'clock in the evening.

Orlando was awakened by two crisp bird sounds.

Enduring the excruciating pain in his back, he gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up.

He still had business to do at night, and he had to be sober.

He held the rail and went back to the room on the second floor. He went directly into the bathroom and adjusted the shower temperature to the hottest.

Because the shirt on his back was stained with blood, and he fainted for six hours without changing the shirt in time, the blood of the wound and the fabric of the shirt were stuck together. If he forcibly changed his clothes, he could peel off a layer of skin on the spot. Only by using hot water could he quickly take off his clothes.

But putting the hot water on the wound was no different from being tortured a second time as if millions of needles were pricking his back.

Orlando was trembling in pain.