Behind Lin Feng, Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi were stretching their hands, their circulation poor after being bound by tough tendon ropes for so long.
"Boss, what... what do we do?" Wei Qian stammered, his gun trained anxiously on the three figures who had suddenly emerged from the room.
"Lin Feng! How did you find this place?" Ling Yun's expression was complicated. He couldn't fathom how Lin Feng had arrived so quickly, much less how he'd emerged from *inside* the room. Of course, what terrified Ling Yun most was the utterly familiar way Lin Feng had spoken his name...
This Lin Feng before me... Is he really the White Wolf King? No one could fathom the turmoil in Ling Yun's mind, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner panic completely.
