Half an hour had passed.
Mo Chen emerged from the room, radiating a fierce aura, his black shirt splattered with bloodstains.
He wore a sullen expression as he put on his suit jacket.
"Mo Chen Brother, you..."
Qiao Ruoxin wanted to move forward and touch him but was angrily rebuked, "Don't come any closer! Dirty!"
Now his body was covered in bloodstains, of course, not his own.
It was easy to deduce that the man in the room had been beaten to a pulp.
Qiao Ruoxin looked at his handsome face, splashed with a few drops of blood.
She had known since two years ago, buried deep within Lord Mo's bones lurked bloodthirsty violence, utterly terrifying.
The man glanced at her and said in a subdued tone, "We'll talk back home."
"Okay."
She obediently followed behind the man, leaving the Shenghao Hotel.
Riding in the car, nobody spoke a word the entire way.
