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They said fate worked in mysterious ways, and it was absolutely true. Feng Jun had gone to great lengths trying to find Liu Hong, only for the bastard to expose himself right in front of him. Truth really was stranger than fiction.

Feng Jun rose again and nodded to Zhang Caixin. "I'm going to the restroom again."

"Honestly, you..." Zhang Caixin sighed helplessly. "You're so young, yet you're already like this... Don't tell me you have kidney deficiency?"

Feng Jun pretended not to hear and quickly walked away.

With the red dot guiding him, finding Liu Hong was truly effortless.

Behind Dynasty Disco Bar was a semi-open courtyard. Inside stood a simple two-story building with only one side, apparently a temporary structure built during construction.

Using the cover of night, Feng Jun moved along the base of the wall. He knew the first floor was a warehouse, so he went directly upstairs, where lights were on in two rooms.

There were six people in the two rooms altogether. Feng Jun checked again and confirmed that none of them was Liu Hong.

At that moment, Liu Hong was only about ten meters away from him. But... where exactly was the bastard?

Just as he was tensely analyzing the situation, the sound of high heels striking concrete came from nearby. Feng Jun reacted swiftly, lightly springing off the second floor. He landed without a sound, as light as a feather.

Then came the sound of a door opening. A woman complained to the others that Brother Hong was in a bad mood and wanted some time alone. She told them not to slack off and to keep a closer watch around the area.

"There's no need to be this nervous," someone said carelessly. It was a thick, burly voice, speaking with disdain.