Liu Qingrou's sudden disappearance caught Xiao Feng off guard. He couldn't help but suspect that this matter was related to the Devil's Concentration Camp. However, given his understanding of this organization, if they were indeed involved, there was no need to transfer ownership of the bar.
All kinds of speculations came one after another. Xiao Feng took a deep breath to forcibly calm himself down, glanced at the stairway to the second floor, and said, "Take me up there to have a look!"
"I don't have the key," the middle-aged man said with a bitter face. "Moreover, according to the transfer agreement, we are not allowed to go up to the second floor. If you don't believe it, I can show you the agreement."
"Alright, bring it over and let me have a look," Xiao Feng said directly. Now that Liu Qingrou's whereabouts were unknown and phone calls indicated that she was not reachable, this left him unable to settle his mind. He could only use these clues to try to deduce a rough idea.
