A bloated body sat behind the front desk of the internet cafe, covered in blood and gore. Its eye sockets had been hollowed out, staring like two black holes straight at Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang standing before it.
"Is that the black Boss?" Lu Mingfei looked toward a vest in the corner beside the chair, a piece of clothing the internet cafe Boss had been wearing not long ago.
The vest, which should have been pure white but had turned a pale yellow from years of unwashed sweat stains, was now soaked crimson with blood—a red so heinous it made one's blood run cold, a red that was shocking to the eye.
Chapter 101