C125 It Was Indeed Jiang Cheng

Zheng Lei held the tracker in his hand and stared at the figure.

In the darkness, the silhouette of the figure groped in front of Zheng Lei's bed and then both of his hands made a movement. Zheng Lei couldn't see clearly, but after this movement, Zheng Lei could smell a faint scent of blood.

Smelling the stench of blood, Zheng Lei pretty much guessed the identity of the person in his mind