Su City Seven Star Hotel, Tang Feng got out of the car, looked up smilingly at the dozens of floors of the high-rise building, and wondered what Mu Qingwan was doing at the moment?
"I'm sorry, sir, the rooms are fully booked today."
It really was Su City's most luxurious hotel to have no rooms available. Tang Feng didn't mind; there was another hotel right across from the Seven Star Hotel.
Tang Feng casually took a room and went straight to sleep. He really was somewhat exhausted these past few days. If not for his strong soul, he indeed might have struggled to handle it.
Early in the morning, a ray of sunshine entered through the window sill; Tang Feng stretched his lazy waist, and his bones crackled, showing no small damage from fatigue.
Suddenly, Tang Feng's eyes turned sharp, and he flipped out of bed. The next moment, in the spot where he had just been sitting, there appeared three sharp inch blades.
The cold light was dazzling and breathtaking.
Whoosh!
