บท 107: Garbage In, Garbage Out

The figure stood between Rooms 188 and 190, almost ten meters away from Shang Jianyao. He wore a dark cap, a blue top, and black pants. His leather shoes were slightly old.

The person was standing with his back against the wall. His hat was pressed very low, almost covering his eyes.

The shadow produced by the brim of his hat fell and enveloped his entire face, so Shang Jianyao was only able to see the silver-black metal tube in his mouth.

This metal tube was only the length of a finger, like a substitute for crude cigarettes.

Shang Jianyao's heart palpitated, and he gave up on the attempt to take out his key. He bent his knees slightly and exerted strength with his waist, instantly entering a ready state.

At this moment, his vision suddenly turned black. It was not that he had fainted, but that the light around him seemed to have been sucked away by something.

Not only that, but he couldn't hear anything.