Chen Feng embraced the beautiful woman, feeling a bitter-sweet sensation, but now was not a good time. He whispered softly in Song Xiaoqian's ear, "You stay in the bathtub, don't come out until I get back."
Song Xiaoqian nodded, and only then did Chen Feng climb out of the bathtub, not even bothering to dress. He rolled and slipped back into his room, opened the suitcase, assembled the sniper rifle, crawled to the position where the sofa had been, and carefully observed the bullet hole in the wall. He estimated the position of the shooter and knew his rifle could not reach the target at this distance. The opponent truly lived up to the title of Gun Emperor—locking on the target from such a distance. If it were not for his agility, Chen Feng would have been shot already.
