Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes was already watching this place, watching the two men.
Lin Zhong had already stood at the doorway, his face stern as he looked at the two disheveled men inside the room, one standing, one sprawling, and the Taoist Tool that was wildly emitting an oppressive aura.
A cold light flickered in his eyes, fixed intently on the Taoist Tools that were always so proud and insubordinate, refusing to be tamed.
In fact, he had been paying attention to this area all along.
While Chu Feng was pushing against the formidable aura with all his might, Lin Zhong was happily watching the excitement, betting with his secretary on how far Chu Feng could go.
But when the Taoist Tool started to exert further oppression on Chu Feng, he sensed something was wrong and immediately rushed over.
