Ling Zhenfei slapped Wei Damin on the head, knocking him unconscious. The pen was still embedded in Wei Damin's leg, blood slowly oozing out.
This was Wei Damin's punishment. Even if the pen were removed, Wei Damin's leg was probably ruined. Ling Zhenfei, being a doctor, could tell most accurately. There was no hope for Wei Damin's leg; this was his lesson.
"Let's get out of here."
He walked out of the room with Zhuo Yue, the corridor brightly lit, with sounds of people drinking and chatting occasionally emanating from the rooms on either side.
"There are quite a few Sharks around here. If we get spotted, escaping won't be easy."
By now, Zhuo Yue was already considering how to leave. Being an undercover journalist, she knew when to stay and when danger was imminent—now was such a critical time.
"You seem a bit scared, don' you?"
From Zhuo Yue's words, Ling Zhenfei could sense a tremble in her voice, as if she were scared. This was nothing like when they had arrived earlier.
