In that moment, Bei Feng resembled a human-shaped blood bag which had been pierced with countless needles. Large amounts of dark-red blood were spurting out of his pores, carrying with it a nasty smell.
His clothes became blood-soaked in an instant, but Bei Feng did not mind at all. It was just some clothes. The reason he took in the Mystics, wasn't that so that his life would become easier?
This kind of small matter would naturally be left to them to settle. All the resources of the security company were for Bei Feng's usage after all.
A set of training clothes cost thousands of yuan. Normally, it was enough to dump the clothes into the washing machine. This time, he was going to simply throw the bloody clothes away.