Liu Feng's consciousness slowly stirred, and he groggily opened his eyes. It took him only a moment to realize he was bound tightly by thick vines, his arms and legs held firmly in place.
Panic surged through him. He tried to scream, but his mouth was gagged by the same strange vines. His muffled cries echoed weakly in the dim room.
Then his gaze fell on the masked figure standing before him—a dark, foreboding presence that sent a chill down his spine. He knew this man meant business, and terror welled up inside him.
"What… what do you want from me?" Liu Feng managed to communicate through sound transmission, his voice trembling.
The masked man tilted his head slightly, his expression hidden but his eyes sharp and cold beneath the shadows of the mask.
Tyler's voice, distorted to a low, metallic tone, cut through the silence. "Young Master Liu Feng, it seems you have quite the fondness for women," he said, his words laced with a biting edge.
