Gulping loudly, the man approached the door but didn't look inside at once. What if old Fu was still in there? Though this fucker didn't look like the type to make a show of it -he even locked the door beforehand, probably afraid that the others would come and interfere-, but who would know clearly?
"*Cough* Old Fu- you in there?" Silence. The man bravely pressed on. "I saw the door open and wondered if something happened. You- you ok man?"
Still silence. Could it be– he could already feel his heart start to beat faster and faster and his throat suddenly felt even more dry. "Then– I'm going in." The man muttered, almost as if to himself. "It's that bastard's fault for not closing before leaving. Don't blame me lat- eh? Wha- what the fuck?! Arg- mmph!"
