Second floor, the large private room.
Before she even entered, Lu Feifei felt a chill.
Instinctively, she stopped, turned her head, and glanced at Lin Fan by her side.
He just gave a faint smile and squeezed her slightly cold hand.
This gave her a bit of courage.
She pushed open the door in front of her.
"Whoosh!"
A wind carrying the scent of blood howled out.
Lu Feifei furrowed her brows and looked at the crowd sitting inside.
Twenty to thirty people, all sitting there in silence.
Besides the cold gazes cast their way, not a sound was emitted.
Those eyes, full of maliciousness, were like sharp blades.
Any movement, and there would be a disaster of bloodshed.
Facing such terrifying characters, Lu Feifei felt somewhat uncertain.
Fortunately, Lin Fan stood by her side.
Summoning her courage, she stepped into the private room.
At the same time, her eyes moved towards the man at the front.
The man, sitting up straight, wore the same dark green fatigues as the others.
