Chu Feng walked to the door of room 0102, looking around.
He focused on the wooden door next to it that had a "Manager" sign hanging on it.
Then he approached the door of room 0102, activated all five senses, and listened carefully.
The faint screams from inside the room had now turned into intermittent sobs.
There was also a man's heavy breathing, growing louder and louder.
Chu Feng's expression turned cold, one hand gently resting on the door.
The other hand was holding a shiny short sword, tucked perfectly into his sleeve.
This was something he had found in Wang Erbao's room, about the length of a forearm, a toy from his childhood.
Although it was a toy, the material was notably high-end composite metal, with sharp edges on both sides of the blade.
Chu Feng tested it; the blade was sharp enough to slice through hair, which made him marvel at the Wang Family's brutal home teaching.
Giving such a thing to a child, weren't they afraid he might accidentally cut something off?
At that moment, the man's voice inside the room grew louder, starting to emit a low roar.
Whereas the woman's voice became softer, barely audible.
'The person inside is almost done for!'
Chu Feng took a deep breath and decided to act immediately!
To save even one was worth it!
Gently pushing the door open, Chu Feng's expression slightly changed.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
There were surprisingly a string of bells hanging on top!
The slight movement of the door caused a fine, crispy ringing sound.
"Uh ahhhh—"
Suddenly, at that moment, the man's voice inside the room abruptly grew much louder, overshadowing the sound of the bells!
Chu Feng muttered about his luck, and slowly pushed the door open amidst the man's growling.
What came into view was a long sofa.
A man was straddling the sofa, his body twitching as he mechanically thrust back and forth.
From his silhouette, it was clearly Ding Bowen!
His lower half was obscured by a black glass coffee table, unclearly visible.
The entire room was permeated with a sickeningly sweet, nauseating smell.
Chu Feng frowned, holding his breath, and slowly drew the sword from his sleeve.
With a thrust, he rushed towards Ding Bowen like a black bolt of lightning!
...
Ding Bowen squeezed forcefully with both hands, emitting a series of low growls.
On the sofa, a strange girl's face turned pale, her hands grabbing the fabric of the sofa.
Her head weakly tilted to one side, her lips slightly open and trembling, no longer able to make a sound.
Her eyes, dull, stared at the ceiling, the tears in her eyes almost dried up.
"Qin Xueqing, you deserve to die!"
Ding Bowen roared continuously, with the delicate face of Qin Xueqing emerging in his mind, his face twisting intensely.
"You damn bitch, not only rejecting me but also daring to confess to that bastard Chu Feng!
"Tomorrow I'll tie up that bastard along with you!
"Let him watch as I deal with you, killing you alive ah ah ah!"
In his roar, Ding Bowen felt as if he was floating.
"Heaven..."
Muttering under his breath, he felt his head lighten and could not help but lower his head.
He actually saw his familiar body and a gaping, bleeding wound on his neck.
And beneath him, the girl taking her last breath.
'So, I'm really going to heaven...'
This was his last thought.
...
Chu Feng's figure flashed past, cleanly beheading Ding Bowen with his sword.
So smooth that he himself was amazed.
'To think a man at his peak could be so vulnerable? I must be cautious in the future...
'Pfft, cautious my ass, I don't even have a girlfriend!'
He pushed Ding Bowen's still-bleeding headless body off the sofa.
Chu Feng saw the girl's face was already pale, her chest no longer moving.
His expression changed instantly as he placed his left hand on the blood-stained neck of the girl, detecting not a single pulse.
His heart grew immensely heavy.
The girl's body temperature was still present, but she had already lost her life.
Looking at her body, Chu Feng closed his eyes and gasped with effort:
"I'm sorry, I still arrived too late, and couldn't save you..."
He took a deep breath and closed the girl's eyelids.
Picking up a piece of clothing from nearby, he covered the girl's body and whispered:
"I have avenged you already, may you rest in peace."
After a moment of silence, Chu Feng looked disdainfully at the disgusting corpse of Ding Bowen.
The sword light flashed swiftly, cutting his murder weapon into minced meat.
After wiping the blood from his dagger on the man's body, he turned and tore off the bell from the door, pushing the door open and leaving straight away.
...
Chu Feng pulled down his hood to cover his eyes and walked head down toward the staircase he came from.
Just as he was about to reach the staircase, he ran into a waiter.
The waiter was escorting a guest clad in all black and wearing a blue-gray knitted hat down the stairs.
Chu Feng stepped aside, freeing up half of the staircase, and the waiter nodded with a smile in thanks.
As the three of them crossed paths, the guest in black sniffed the air and suddenly reached out to stop Chu Feng.
He said in a deep voice, "You have the smell of blood on you!"
The waiter's eyes sharpened instantly, turning to look at Chu Feng as his hand moved towards his walkie-talkie at his waist.
Chu Feng's expression under his mask changed slightly, but he promptly nodded without betraying his feelings:
"I just did a private job before coming here, didn't clean up well, but it's none of your business!
"Step aside."
The waiter's expression relaxed, but the guest in black shook his head and said:
"No, the smell of blood on you... it's very fresh! No more than ten minutes!"
Chu Feng shook his head and laughed loudly, "Ridiculous, you..."
"Tss—"
In the middle of talking, the dagger suddenly pierced through his sleeve.
With a backhand move, it swiftly sliced across the neck of the guest in black!
"Zizz—"
The guest in black suddenly clutched his neck, stepped back a few steps, and slammed heavily into the staircase with a 'thud'.
His face distorted, a horrifying hissing sound coming from his throat: "Hiss—hiss—"
Blood sprayed out like a high-pressure hose through his fingers, splashing the face of the horrified waiter next to him!
The sword wound caused by Chu Feng was extremely deep, even cutting into the bone.
With one stroke, he severed half of the guest in black's neck, including his trachea and arteries!
Subsequently, the dagger traced a silver arc in the air, flinging off a few drops of fresh blood.
With the terrified waiter watching as he attempted to flee, the blade efficiently stabbed into his chest!
Chu Feng stepped forward, forcefully covering the desperately struggling waiter's mouth.
The tip of the sword pierced through the heart, emerging from the back, pinning him against the wall.
Blood flowed down the pristine white wall in torrents.
After confirming the waiter had lost his breath, Chu Feng quickly removed the hoodie from his body.
He casually wiped his face with the hoodie, then flung his sword, cutting it into shreds to avoid leaving any traces.
The hoodie was a counterfeit cheap item he had casually picked up from a street stall before coming.
He then took the hat from the deceased guest in black and wore it, covering the upper half of his face.
His heart was truly heavy.
Who could have imagined, after the assassination was over, just when he was about to successfully escape,
He would run into a nosy 'hound' that sniffed him out!
Just as he was about to leave quickly, suddenly a scream arose from below the staircase: "Murder! Don't go!"
Chu Feng was startled and turned to look, only to see another waiter downstairs!
He was shocked as he looked at Chu Feng and the two corpses, already pulling out his walkie-talkie.
'Damn it, what's going on, no one was there just now, and now they all pop up!
'Bad luck today!'
Chu Feng cursed inwardly, no longer heeding the loudly shouting waiter.
He raced like the wind, transforming into a black blur, rushing toward the exit upstairs!