201 The gathering of the strong, a hundred skills

Huali Hotel, eighth floor, a standard hotel room.

The sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Half a minute later.

"Tap tap tap..."

A bare-chested, robust figure emerged, slowly standing by the open floor-to-ceiling window. There lay a light brown soft wool carpet with a table on it, covered with a white crochet tablecloth and a cup of strong green tea. The tea leaves had settled, leaving the top layer of tea clear.

The figure walked to the table, picking up the teacup with one hand and pulling back the curtains with the other.