Little Drilling Wind, hiding at the staircase entrance, once again used the mirror to observe the situation in the corridor. To avoid detection, he never looked for more than two seconds at a time. He checked three times, and the scene in the corridor remained exactly as it had appeared at first glance.
"Still guarding at the door?" Fable blinked and asked, "Do you think it's possible that Shen Yu is already injured, and that's why he's choosing to guard the door, waiting for Shen Yu to bleed to death? I recalled the situation on the third floor. The room Shen Yu hid in should be a conference room without windows. Even if he wanted to jump out to escape, it wouldn't be possible."
"We cannot rule that out, but regardless of whether Shen Yu is injured or not, we can't just rush out." Little Drilling Wind's brow furrowed into a frown as he bit his lower lip, "I have an idea, but it's not very feasible."
"What idea?" Fable asked.
