Qin Feng walked to the door and said, "Open the door!"
The two guards exchanged a look; when they saw the Inner World guy following Qin Feng and realized he was one of theirs, they very straightforwardly said, "Okay."
"..."
Qin Feng was a bit dumbfounded.
He hadn't expected their alertness to be this weak.
Not even a hint of suspicion.
The gate opened.
Qin Feng swaggered right in.
Inside, a big man with a fat head and big ears, looking fierce and vicious, was glaring at the Medicine King, who was tied up all over with ropes, and roared, "Playing dead again? Fuck! Pulling this crap on me again! You think if you 'sleep' I can't wake you up? You think I really don't dare ruin that pretty face of yours?"
The thug was so mad he was about to lose it; he wanted to grab that iron and give the Medicine King a few hard burns on her body and face, but he didn't dare.
He picked up the whip and several times wanted to lash down hard, but in the end still held back.
He had no choice.
