Feng Yu's eyes were sharp when he heard this. He glanced at Mo Yan and then stood up and walked towards the bedroom. In a moment, he no longer looked hungover.

After a while, Feng Yu sat in the car and closed his eyes to relax, while the luxury car drove quickly towards the club.

At the door of the club, the manager with an uneasy look on his face saw Feng Yu and immediately went up to him, nodded and bowed: "Mr. Feng, you are here..."

"Where are the people?" Feng Yu interrupted him coldly, without even looking away, but the manager was so frightened that he was covered in white hair.

"Still... still in the room, waiting for Mr. Feng to make a decision."

An Zhongjie is a special being in the club. He is just like everyone else, but he also has differences.

Because Feng Yu had given an order, you could play, but nothing would happen.

Now, a person was injured like that under his nose. The manager felt his liver trembling just thinking about it.

Feng Yu heard something unusual in his words, but he did not ask, but walked towards An Zhongjie's room with long legs.

At this time, An Lan did not know that her destined enemy was close at hand.

She and Zuo Jing carefully avoided the cameras and arrived at the floor where An Zhongjie was.

"Jingjing, that's the room." Seeing her brother approaching, An Lan couldn't hide the joy in her words.

Zuo Jing nodded, and the two of them walked lightly towards the room. An Zhongjie's room was in the third room at the corner of the corridor. An Lan couldn't wait to walk over, but she heard a familiar name in her ears.

"Mr. Feng, please come this way, we are almost here."

Mr. Feng?

In addition to Feng Yu, there are naturally people named Feng in this city.

But when An Lan heard this title, what came to his mind was Feng Yu.

The steady footsteps came closer and closer, as if they were stepping on the top of her heart step by step.

An Lan barely had time to think, and suddenly opened the room opposite An Zhongjie, pulling Zuo Jing in and ran in.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the room, a familiar figure appeared at the corner. His stern face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded the cold aura of keeping strangers away. He pursed his lips and stood at the door of An Zhongjie without saying a word.

The people around him cleverly opened the door for him.

There was a small crack in An Lan's door. She leaned against the door and looked out, but she could only see Feng Yu's back, not the scene inside.

However, after hearing my brother's dying and hoarse voice, my heart suddenly trembled.

"Feng Yu, you murderer, I will... kill you to avenge Lan Lan!" An Zhongjie lay on the ground in a panic, his body covered with scars and blood, especially his naked body.

People couldn't help but gasp when they saw it.

Feng Yu didn't care about his threat, but after seeing An Zhongjie's severed hand and miserable appearance, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply and asked: "What's going on?"

The manager stood up tremblingly, lowered his head slightly and said, "Mr. Feng, calm down, this...I, I ordered my subordinates to take care of me, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, he just came back from a vacation and heard from his subordinates that An Zhongjie was tortured like this!
Chapter completed!