Bab 363: 351: The Fierce Tiger Returns to the Mountain, Bites the Green Tea Mother and Daughter Ferociously_1

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With a creak, the door was pushed open, and at last light entered the damp and dark room.

The person lying on the bed sat up and looked toward the door.

Someone came in, wearing a beautiful and expensive dress, a ruby anklet adorning her slender and pale ankle.

"Do you still recognize me?"

Cyril Atkins stared at her with sunken eyes, "Who are you?"

"Rae Bennett."

The door was closed.

Wyatt Wright waited outside, with Clement Atkins standing to his left.

Shaw Fletcher and the other two guards had retreated to the stairwell entrance, daring neither to look nor to listen.

The building was too old, the walls of the hallway cracked, the cement pocked and crumbled, the aged light bulbs flickering.

The light bulb suddenly dimmed.

Clement Atkins took out a lighter, lit it, then suddenly remembering what Rae Bennett said the day before, asked the person to his right, "Do you smoke?"

[Mr. Wyatt said, "Smoking is harmful to health and bad for the lungs"]