Navigating the mess was a challenge on its own. Debris littered the floors—overturned shelves, scattered food items, broken glass. Xu Feng moved carefully, and his steps were deliberate and measured. He couldn't afford to make too much noise, but thankfully, the men's half-hearted search created enough background noise to cover any minor slips he made.
Their careless rummaging worked to his advantage, masking the occasional crunch of something underfoot or the soft scrape of his feet against the floor. He needed to find a way out of this building before the men realized they weren't alone.
Also, he needed shoes, but that was a secondary problem. As long as he didn't puncture skin, all was well, right?
As he crept along the aisles, Xu Feng's thoughts drifted back to his brother. What had Xu Zeng been up to that he would cross paths with such unsavory people? How had he become entangled with these dangerous men?
