"Bang!" The door slammed shut, and Zan Wenxing walked towards the adjacent room with a gloomy face.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Luo Ye tensed her body behind the door, her fingers clutching two silver needles, which shone with a chilling light under the moonlight streaming through the window grille.
"Boss, we caught one, but the other... got away," the black strong man breathlessly reported as he ran over, despite it being winter, his hair was damp and clumped together.
"Useless! So many people, yet you let him escape?" Zan Wenxing shouted furiously.
"Boss, his skills were too formidable. Da Gang, Old Five and the others were injured. We really... we really couldn't stop him." The man's voice was filled with uncertainty.
Zan Wenxing kicked the black strong man to the ground: "You thirty plus people couldn't catch two? What use do I have for any of you?"
