There were men guarding on the outside of the closed door.
Madam Sikong put her hand on the doorknob and turned her head to instruct Uncle Foo gravely. "I will go in alone to check things out. You all continue guarding this place. Don't allow even a single fly to enter, or my Sikong's reputation and integrity might be compromised."
Uncle Foo nodded so vigorously that his head nearly dropped onto the ground. "Don't worry, Madam, I won't let anyone in!"
Madam Sikong pushed open the door and entered.
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The windows to the room were completely closed. Madam Sikong was greeted by an overpowering smell the moment she entered.
Sikong Heng was sitting on the huge bed which was in a mess. His smooth, handsome back was propped lazily against the head of the bed, with one long leg stretched out while the other was bent at the knee. An expensive watch was wrapped around the wrist of his slender hand, a cigarette clasped between his long fingers.
