When Qin Zhi Hao and his two guards arrived at the warehouse, the man in a bright blue robe who came to greet them earlier was no longer around, and the surrounding was unusually quiet.
Sensing something amiss, Qin Zhi Hao was on guard. His hand moved to touch at the hilt of his sword that was hanging by his waist, preparing himself for an unforeseen situation. His other hand raised to signal his men to be on the watch.
Qin Zhi Hao walked cautiously and entered the warehouse. This time, the workers who were busy moving around the crates were no longer seen. Most of the crates were left around just like that and the man in charge of the warehouse who was called Sun Qian was missing.
It was not long ago since he had left the warehouse. The people who were at the warehouse earlier were surely quick to leave to abandon the place.
The place seemed as if was deserted. It was as if the warehouse that they have visited earlier were not the same as the warehouse now.
