Master Draws His Sword in Furious Confrontation

Picking up the stone, Yu Xiaogang unfolded the paper.

It contained a short sentence and an address. After reading it, Yu Xiaogang frowned.

He glanced out the window, then looked again at the black words on the white paper in his hand.

In the end, gritting his teeth, he got dressed and left the room. Before leaving, he also took a sword, one he had specifically bought for self-defense.

Drunken Dream Hotel, second-floor room.

After cleaning Liu Erlong up, Tang San's expression did not relax.

He had thought the drug's effects would fade after he found release, but it seemed he had been too optimistic.

The fire in his belly had not been extinguished. Instead, it had flared up.

It seemed... to crave more, and he was nearly unable to restrain himself.

Xiao Wu's figure flashed through Tang San's mind. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry... Xiao Wu..."

With that, he pounced on Liu Erlong, pressing his entire body atop her delicate form...

A few minutes later, Yu Xiaogang arrived at Drunken Dream Hotel in a fury.

His face had been dark the entire way, though it was impossible to tell whether it was simply stained by the night.

He pushed open the door and found no one inside. Even the attendants had vanished.

Yu Xiaogang headed straight for the second floor, his mind completely blank.

Standing outside the room, Yu Xiaogang stopped. He hesitated.

He feared things were truly as he imagined. Tightening his grip on the sword against his chest, he could not bring himself to take that final step.

Half a minute later, sounds came from inside again. They seemed to be gasps, hurried and panicked.

Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. His resolve immediately hardened.