The condition of the private room was somewhat appalling, as if a typhoon had passed through, leaving a chaotic mess, everything askew.
In the room, a man wearing only a shirt, naked from the waist down, lay motionless on the carpet, evidently in a coma.
Lin Jie could only see his profile, faintly recognizing something familiar!
About Zhang Xiaoxiao's father, Zhang Yuan, in all these years, Lin Jie had only seen him a few times. Recognizing something familiar was probably due to preconceived notions!
It's just that the fellow's current situation was quite miserable.
His left calf was bent at a ninety-degree angle, clearly broken, and his body was stained with a lot of blood.
Zhou Ke, who had already been in the private room, saw Lin Jie come in, pointed at something on the carpet, and shouted in fear, "That... Lin Jie... come here and see, is that thing a man's...?"
