The elderly man's description of a "petite" and kind-hearted florist who entered the back alley became distorted as her grotesquely altered body gave Han Fei an intense sense of oppression.
"There's a problem here!"
The club was located on the edge of an unknown area, utterly ordinary, just the least noticeable among countless clubs, yet Han Fei encountered a florist here who emitted a terrifying aura.
Her strength couldn't merely be categorized by grudge or regret; it seemed as if she had planted the Flower of Soul within herself, ready to burst forth with a power incomprehensible to ordinary people.
"Terrifying strength, keep rational, and she even has hobbies like gardening. What exactly are the backgrounds of the other club members?"
Han Fei slowly released his grip on the soil and blood vessels, watching the florist approach. With only a drop of blood left in him, he decisively gave up resisting and cast a pleading look towards the elderly man.
