The three burglars froze, trembling furiously. The flower pot fell from Lao San's grip, shattering into pieces. A shard scratched his feet, forming a cut, and then he finally reacted.
"Blood- Blood- Bloodling!" Lao San legs weakened, and he felt on the verge of collapsing.
"Run!" the man in the middle shouted out all of a sudden, pulling Lao San upwards and running towards the door at lighting speed.
Yao Si nodded in approval, that man was sure acting as their boss — Too bad he smashed right into the door!
They seemed to have grown complacent from their previous easy successes and forgot that they had shut the door after entering. They hit it now extremely hard.
From the resounding thud, even Yao Si couldn't help wincing on their behalf.
"You guys..." She was about to tell them that there was no escape since Yao Qian was already on his way, but a sound interrupted her.
