"Who are you? What are you doing sneaking around?" the captain of the security team, a veteran, asked coldly.
Cold sweat appeared on Fan Peng's forehead, but he did not panic.
"Am I being sneaky?" he turned and asked forcefully.
The old soldier's cold gaze turned dull, and he laughed at himself. "Alright, let's go."
"Alright!"
Fan Peng was about to leave with the trash can, but the captain, who seemed to have connections, stopped him.
"Wait, I just heard someone scream. Was it you?"
Fan Peng's eyes were very confused as if he did not understand why someone with connections would ask such a question.
"If it wasn't me, who else could it have been?" he said, spreading his hands, "A ghost?"
A trace of maliciousness flashed through the captain's eyes. "Then what's your name?"
