Chapter 208: 207: Rules of The Death Race Game

(The Following Day)

In a small room that had two beds. A handsome male figure slept on one of the beds with a black axe by his side. His breathing was stable and the only movement the figure made, which would allow one to recognize the absence of death in him, was the rising and falling of his chest.

Ring Ring

A few seconds later, a ringing sound reverberated in the room, disturbing the serenity of the room, and in the next instant, the male figure groaned and moved.

His eyes opened and a confused light at first appeared in his eyes, before it was instantly replaced by caution. He turned his head, and scanned the room he was in, his gaze spending more time on the second empty bed in the room.

'Justin is still not around?'

The handsome male figure, who is Corey, furrowed his brows as he noticed the absence of Justin in the room once again.