The front door was ajar.
Tang Xiao stepped steadily, slowly entering the house.
Wu Jie followed closely behind, on high alert.
The lights inside the house weren't on, making it difficult to see.
The living room was silent, without a single sound.
Wu Jie followed Tang Xiao's side, and recalling from memory, he took the fruit knife from the living room's coffee table fruit plate.
With a knife in hand, stable as an old dog!
A thought suddenly popped into Wu Jie's head.
F*ck!
Why would I think of PUBG at a time like this?
If I picked up a frying pan, wouldn't that be even cooler?
He looked around.
Wu Jie frowned slightly.
It felt like, it seemed, perhaps... there's no one here!
Did I offend anyone recently?
Even if it was the Yincheng Muto Conglomerate, they've already turned against Yuan Shikui.
The ninjas and martial artists they sent must have been recalled by now, right?
How could someone infiltrate my house in the middle of the night with malicious intent?
