In a remote location far from the city, Li Xinjie and Li Chen stood before an old, dilapidated house, their expressions etched with a sense of grim determination. Ren Zirui, their trusted ally, surveyed the scene with a critical eye, his brow furrowed with concern.
"This is where the location pointed," he began, his voice laced with a hint of trepidation, "but this seems rather risky. I think we should have the guards enter first."
Li Xinjie's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve that brooked no argument. "Hell with that," he growled, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I'm getting in there and getting her out."
Li Chen stepped forward, his stance mirroring his brother's unwavering conviction. "I'm coming with you," he declared, his voice steady and resolute.
