Liam walked out of the penthouse bathroom with steam trailing faintly behind him. Droplets still clung to his shoulders, sliding across skin that only hours ago had been split open and bloodied.
He had looked himself in the mirror and b.he saw no scars or marks. It was as though the brutal clash with Fang Cheng and Xuan Zhi had been nothing more than a fever dream.
He opened the wardrobe and ran his hand briefly across the neat row of Armani shirts and trousers. These were the clothes he had bought during his first day he got the system and he had left them here when he moved into Bellemere Mansion.
His last set of clothes had been ruined beyond saving. They were torn in different places and soaked with blood, unrecognizable by the end of the battle. Even his sneakers had been bloodied and could no longer be worn. He had disposed of them without a second thought.
