The fifth floor.
Inside a soundproof private room.
The Monkeys' representative panted as he labored away.
Beside him, the Indian, with his twisted tastes, was recording a video on his phone.
"Oh, dear Li, you've been at it for half an hour. Hurry up, it's my turn."
The Indian representative made no attempt to hide the hunger in his eyes as he laughed excitedly.
"You're a fucking sicko. We agreed on one each, but you insist on sharing mine. Disgusting."
Li cursed at the Indian in disgust. "I'll pay. Can't you go find another one?"
"No, no, no. It sets the mood. This is just how I like it."
"Heh heh."
The two exchanged sleazy grins.
"Hurry up. My phone's almost dead."
"Almost, almost."
Bang!
The door suddenly burst open.
The Indian turned around irritably, phone in hand, about to snap at the intruder.
But a burly man stood in the doorway.
The light shone on his back, and with only a dim little table lamp inside the room, his features were impossible to make out for the moment.
But the pungent reek of blood was truly unbearable.
"Li... Li..."
The Indian lowered his phone and nudged the Monkeys' representative.
The latter roared impatiently, "Almost there! Stop fucking pushing me!"
"I'm feeling it..."
Li shouted excitedly, "Make sure you capture my glorious performance! Send me the video afterward!"
Beside him, the Indian was speechless.
He wanted to warn him, but the terrifying aura of the man at the door frightened him so badly that he dared not open his mouth.
He was only at the fifth awakening, while the other man's Qi was at least at the eighth awakening.
They were on completely different levels.
He was certain that if he made any rash move,
he would be the first