The video Soul Tool began playing. On its screen...
Dai Huabin made a forceful entrance with his arms around four scantily clad hulking men.
First, he interrupted the late-night program taking place there, then he personally took the stage and forcibly threatened the host into joining their game.
They performed a live show of one tiger battling five dragons. Dai Huabin, the White Tiger, used every part of his body to battle all five dragons, and in the end, finding it insufficiently exciting, he had the five dragons bring out all manner of secret weapons and perform their entire repertoire of special tricks.
Dai Huabin rubbed his eyes. When he found that the video's contents remained unchanged, his eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.
"What kind of fucking joke is this?!"
He rubbed his eyes hard again, praying that this was a hallucination, but the video's contents did not change in the slightest!
It isn't a hallucination. Then last night, I...
"Bleeeurgh!!!"
Dai Huabin immediately stuck his fingers down his throat. Unfortunately, all he brought up was the dinner he had just eaten. With a Soul Master's powerful digestion, the rice oil he had drunk yesterday and the day before had long since been completely digested.
As Dai Huabin dry-heaved, he recalled the scene that morning. Could those hulking men have been looking at someone other than Gongyang Mo?
No, no, this should only be a private recording.
Ding-dong!
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"The room service must be here."
Dai Huabin immediately opened the door, desperate for the hotel's attendant to thoroughly purify every inch of him.
The door opened to reveal a hulking man in a pink bunny-girl outfit posing coquettishly before him. He was one of the four hulking men from last night.