Su Rui endured the sharp pain in his calf and looked at himself in the mirror with a pale face. The young man called Boone was still standing outside the door.
He turned on the tap and bent down to drink a few mouthfuls of cold water, letting the coldness stimulate his senses, so that he would be more alert. He sized up the bathroom and said to Boone, who was outside the door, slowly, "Who do you like the most in the Yinshan Alliance?"
While chatting, he took a few rolls of toilet paper from the sink and dipped them in the back of his hand that was bruised. He wrote a lot of bloody words on the paper neatly and threw them out of the half-closed window of the bathroom.
There was no rain tonight and it wouldn't snow. He hoped someone would see his distress message.
