"Look, Yang Jian is coming out, and it seems there's an extra person with him. Could there be any problem?"
Waiting outside the second security cordon, Luo Su Yi saw two people emerge from the rapidly dissipating Ghost Fog. Both were dressed in identical specially made uniforms. One of them was around twenty years old, around one meter seventy-eight in height, his youthful face betraying an unusual wariness for his age, yet possessing a reliable and steady presence.
The other person appeared to be in his early thirties, with plain features, coughing as he walked. His dark brown skin didn't seem like that of a living person, but instead eerily resembled that of a resurrected corpse, prompting an inexplicable dread in others.
"It's Feng Quan, did Yang Jian bring him out?" Xiong Wenwen, who was playing with his cellphone, looked up and was immediately surprised.
He thought Feng Quan had already been a goner, but unexpectedly, he had left Cesare Grand Hotel alive.
