Emerson Holmes lead Ethan Smith, heading deeper in.
The corridor was long, and Emerson Holmes' legs left streaks of blood on the floor.
Soon, the two of them arrived at a massive door.
The door seemed to require a secret technique to open, and as the Vice President, Emerson Holmes naturally had the authority.
He stood at the door, lifted his palm, and slowly placed it on the door.
Then, a glow flickered from his hand, and in a moment, the door gently swung open.
Ethan Smith grabbed Emerson Holmes' hand, his voice cold, "How did you open this door? Tell me."
Emerson Holmes said coldly, "Ethan Smith, you'd better not try anything with this door."
"Even if you took my hand, it would be useless. As soon as I die, the secret technique on my hand will vanish."
Ethan Smith's brow furrowed slightly.
This damn Emerson Holmes had figured out his intentions.
Ethan Smith didn't say anything more, instead kicking Emerson Holmes, who immediately stumbled into the prison.
