Hmm?
Zhang Hu frowned. The only sound in the room was the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the window. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Feng Gang!" His voice raised several degrees, yet there was still no response.
His cheek twitched as he stared at the thick lacquered wooden door, his expression growing increasingly solemn as if there were a terrifying beast behind it waiting to devour someone.
The curtains flapped in the heavy wind and rain.
The bad feeling in his heart grew stronger, and without any hesitation, he opened the drawer and took out a palm-sized blue circular metal object, placing it against his chest.
His gaze landed on a certain spot, hesitant, but then his expression hardened. His thighs tensed, and he suddenly leaped from behind the desk and charged toward the direction of the window.
"You're really full of surprises!"
Accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, a hoarse voice also entered Zhang Hu's ears.
