Interesting, Ye Chenfeng's eyes suddenly brightened, but his feet didn't stop for a moment, stepping continuously with a momentum of thundering force, he pressed on.
The other person had nowhere to hide and was cornered by Ye Chenfeng.
In one hand, Ye Chenfeng held a room card, and in the other, a plastic bag, with a cigarette alternating between glowing and dimming in his mouth.
"Bang!"
With a loud boom, his entire body sprang from the ground, his right leg abruptly bending into the shape of a knee hammer, and he struck fiercely.
But just as he was about to strike the person's chest, Ye Chenfeng stopped in his tracks.
"Old Wang, didn't I leave a note?" Ye Chenfeng said helplessly, the person before him was naturally his former superior, Wang Long.
"Is it really you, little... little Demon King?" Wang Long's face was full of surprise and delight, after waking up and seeing the note left by Ye Chenfeng, he was still on tenterhooks.
