Feng Mu had no objections to joining Douqiong Martial Arts Hall.
After all, that was his initial plan. Now that it was free of charge, and although this martial arts hall seemed far inferior to Azure Dragon Martial Arts Hall, having witnessed the scene that afternoon, Feng Mu strongly suspected this hall was rather extraordinary.
A hall that harbored a bunch of murderers couldn't be ordinary, could it?
Feng Mu picked a locker, changed into the black training uniform for premium members, and looked at his tall yet thin figure in the mirror, his wooden expression flickering with cold light.
"Anyway, no matter what kind of tricks Douqiong Martial Arts Hall is playing, I'll first fill my stomach with the sugar-coated bullets, the rest can wait until they show their hand."
Feng Mu rubbed his stiff cheeks. Using [Molded Embryo] to disguise facial expressions for a long time had this downside - the facial muscles tended to stiffen, needing occasional rubbing to promote circulation.
