Ye Xiaofei, Zhuge Qingyun, and Tian Zhengfang, as well as Cao Mingyu, all realized the severity of the situation.
Even if they were foolish, they could sense that there was something fishy going on.
It was highly unlikely that Wu Zhengfeng had simply fallen asleep, but rather that he had probably been harmed by Wu Zhenkun.
They exchanged glances without a word and quickly rushed towards the room door.
Bang.
Ye Xiaofei exerted his full strength, equivalent to that of nine oxen and two tigers, and kicked the door open, but the room was already empty.
Where did they go?
The group searched the room quickly, but there was no sign of anyone.
"He definitely ran in here; how can he be gone now?"
Cao Mingyu's buttocks were no longer in much pain, and he was curious. People had come in, so why were they gone? Had they seen a ghost?
"There must be a secret passage."
