The time it took an incense stick to burn was neither long nor short. Accurately conveying an unrehearsed signal to his teammates without the slightest room for misunderstanding was quite a test of intelligence.
Inside the inn, the eleven players sat in their respective seats. Some were still looking at the slips of paper for writing their table numbers, while others had already begun to act.
Near the door, Ren Ye pulled off his shoes and socks and expertly massaged his foot with his right thumb.
If you were a regular at foot massage parlors and a lifetime VIP at a spa, you would certainly recognize this movement. It was a professional technique included in the classic 98-yuan foot massage package.
Ren Ye had thought for a long time about how to remind Li Yan, the Princess Consort, and Tang Feng to vote for him.
There was only one option: give himself a foot massage!
Time for a precise analysis. What was the coded message Li Yan had sent him in that secret letter?
Love arose when the bell began; when it stopped, longing lingered on.
That maddeningly catchy rhyme was the service slogan of Xinyuan Spa, next to the apartment building where the battle had taken place. This meant Li Yan had been there and was very likely the ghost who had helped save his father that day.
Their only meeting had been at a foot massage parlor, so Li Yan would definitely understand this obvious gesture.
As for Tang Feng, he was even more familiar with it.
First, he had read the detailed files on both the Xinyuan Spa case and the conflict on Tongren Road.
Second, after Li Yan sent the secret letter, Ren Ye had naturally discussed and analyzed it with Tang Feng, mentioning how he