It was as if shouting slogans, and the next second he was ready to give his all for the re-emergence of the Lu Family.
..................
Early morning.
Sunlight seeped through the thick curtains, casting a golden ray onto the hotel room floor.
He slowly opened his eyes, staring intently at the ceiling.
The intricately designed crystal chandelier came into view.
For a moment, Fang Cheng was a bit dazed.
Fragments of last night's thrilling battles in Mist Mountain lingered in his mind — slaughtering freely and soaring high in the sky.
It seemed his ears were still filled with the sounds of shouting, killing, and gunfire explosions, each sound deafening and close at hand.
He shook his head, then turned his gaze towards the sports watch screen on the bedside table.
It showed — 8:53.
It was almost regular working hours.
"That was a good, long sleep..."
Fang Cheng muttered, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
