Soon, Shuobude walked out slowly from the secret room, his steps heavy. He held a bloodstained cloth in his hand, which was for wiping his hands.
Lin Zifeng and Jia Zhenjing leaned against the wall outside the secret room and saw Shuobude coming out.
They didn't say a word. Lin Zifeng stepped forward, patted Shuobude on the shoulder, then turned and entered the secret room, looking at the corpse of Hai Zhilan lying quietly on the ground, he showed no expression and said nothing.
Hai Zhilan's fate was in his hands, but he ended up like this mostly because of his own choices. Therefore, Lin Zifeng felt no guilt.
"The path is your own choice, growth requires paying the price!" Lin Zifeng said lightly, throwing the cigarette butt in his mouth onto Hai Zhilan's corpse, then walked away coldly.
The successful rescue of Shuobude was entirely thanks to the handsome guy and his extraordinary sense of smell.
