Bei Jinzhou stood by Qin Ruan's side, watching as Qi Ling's face was corroded by black, putrid blood, the originally fair face becoming more sinister and terrifying than that of a fierce puppet.
He leaned close to Qin Ruan, his heart still fluttering with fear, "Madam Huo, if you need any help, just give an order, and everyone in the hotel will fully cooperate with you."
"That would be excellent!" Qin Ruan smiled with narrowed eyes, tapping her chin with her index finger as her cold gaze settled on Qi Ling, collapsed on the ground, she asked Liao Yu, "You found out that Qi Ling has a gathering every week?"
With his foot on Qi Ling, Liao Yu's ghastly pale face softened a bit as he nodded to Qin Ruan, "Yes, they gather weekly at a suburban private establishment that caters to special members."