"Fuck! Damn it, punk! Who the hell are you? How dare you kick the door of our White Tiger Gang?!" In the room, a boorish man weighing about three hundred pounds, dressed in pajamas, was lying on the bed, glaring at Lin Feng, who had kicked the door open.
Lin Feng didn't respond. He just glanced at the furnishings, realizing it was a double room with two beds. The quilts on both beds were messed up, indicating two people were staying there. The three metal lunch boxes that had just been delivered were still on a side table, apparently untouched.
Lin Feng strolled over, opened the three lunch boxes, picked them up, brought them to his nose, and sniffed.
No anomalies!
It seems the assassin's targets were himself and Wu Mei.
"Fuck off, you lunatic! You kick open my door and sniff my breakfast? Could you be any more perverted?!" The sturdy man on the bed was infuriated by Lin Feng's bizarre behavior. He leaped up from the bed, itching to grab Lin Feng and teach him a lesson.
