The sound of footsteps stopped right in front of Lin Huang's door.
Lin Huang frowned. He pointed his gun at the door and prepared himself for a battle.
After a moment of silence, a loud knock at the door was heard.
"Who are you?" Lin Huang asked.
"Hello, it's me," said the voice of the boss of the hotel.
Lin Huang was relieved. Soon, he asked, still a little doubtful, "Boss, what's up?"
"You asked me about the story of the Xiagong Ruins this afternoon. I recalled something and I guess you might not have heard before," the boss said.
Lin Huang frowned. It was almost nine o'clock at night. It felt peculiar and he wondered why the boss would come to his room and talk about this at this hour.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm heading off to bed now," Lin Huang simply answered but he did not let his guard down.
There was complete silence outside the door.
