Critical Condition

Did Feng Jun have connections that could help someone clear airport security? To be honest, he really didn't.

But he had never intended to put Liu Hong on a plane.

Only after buying the ticket did Liu Hong suddenly realize what was wrong—buying that kind of ticket meant that even if he disappeared for the next week, no one would find it suspicious.

At that thought, cold sweat poured down his face.

The next moment, he raised his head and forced himself to stay calm. "Brother Feng, I really know I was wrong. How about you name a price? Eight hundred, a thousand... I, Little Hong, will definitely scrape it together for you."

Feng Jun held his phone in his left hand and had originally been holding the gun in his right. At those words, he set the submachine gun aside, grinned, and reached for the man's shoulder. "Ah, if you'd thought like this earlier, how nice would that have been? Off you go!"

The next instant, he appeared in the jade-built bedroom with Liu Hong's body.

He had already tested it: living creatures could not be brought into the alternate world—at least, ants and earthworms would certainly die. As for viruses and bacteria, he had not observed those yet.

Sure enough, when Liu Hong appeared in that space, his heartbeat and breathing had stopped, though his body was still warm.

After disposing of the body, Feng Jun quietly left the roof of the small building.

When he returned to the nightclub, he was stunned to find two men sitting in front of Zhang Caixin, gesturing as they spoke—the very group who had sent the champagne.

Zhang Caixin did not look at them. She absently poked at her juice with a straw, looking very much like she wanted strangers to