Approaching the elevator doors, Chu Feng couldn't help but commend Fairbanks's power system.
Even after enduring a fierce snowstorm, this city on the cusp of the Arctic still hadn't lost electricity.
Taking out the room card he still hadn't returned, Chu Feng re-entered his previous room.
"What a pity. The hotel staff is still nowhere to be found. I really should switch rooms!"
Due to his haste the night before, Chu Feng's room hadn't been cleaned; the bed remained a disheveled mess.
Time flew, and by afternoon, the hotel staff had still, mysteriously, not returned.
Sipping afternoon tea by the window, Chu Feng suddenly received a phone call from New York.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ...
Chu Feng picked up the phone from the desk, glanced at the screen, and saw it was Lin Qiu's number.
Could the federal government's commission have been transferred into the Exorcism Agency's account so quickly?
