A gift?
The room was dark and cold. Five people hurdled up at the corner trying to somehow heat each other. One of them had a broken jaw, and the pain was getting worse thanks to the chilling cold. Another had a swollen face and one had fainted while the rest could not even sit down properly.
There was nothing else inside the room. it was suddenly filled up with light and echoing footsteps could be heard from a distance. For some reason, the conscious of the five felt an overwhelming power looming with every step. Even the ones who had fainted shuddered.
Zhou Feng walked beside the mighty Mo Xing. His face was equally dark and his always impeccable suit had creases all over at the moment. He held a tablet as he gave Mo Xing some information.
"Not yet?" Mo Xing asked while fixing his top button. He had left the bed stealthily to come and deal with the people who dared lay hands on something that was his.