Mu Fan walked into the room and found that although the hotel looked a bit run-down from the outside, the interior facilities were quite complete. The room was small. Mu Fan walked to the window, pushed open the vintage wooden window, and looked at the sparse pedestrians below.
This hotel was located in a very quiet area, and Mu Fan was quite satisfied with the environment here.
Oh right, I need to contact the fat guy. I didn't have a chance to explain to him earlier; he's probably getting impatient by now.
He pulled out the Sky Communication device, sponsored by the Fowen Consortium, and pressed the fat guy's avatar. The call connected quickly.
"Mu Fan? Bro! I usually have nothing to say, but today Fat Brother has to give you a big thumbs up!" The fat guy, unsure what he was eating, wiped his mouth and immediately gave a thumbs-up to Mu Fan on the other end of the Sky Communication, as if nothing had happened after killing someone.
