Thump thump thump...
Urgent footsteps suddenly sounded from upstairs.
An elder and a youngster, holding a Desert Eagle, quickly rushed down from upstairs.
Bang!
The door was kicked open, and the two charged in.
"Eh! Where is everyone? Where did the enemy go?" Zhu Youcai said, confused.
"Be careful! Don't let your guard down," Zhu Tianhua said coldly.
"Yes, Second Uncle!" Zhu Youcai responded.
The two backed each other as they carefully entered from the outside.
"Master Zhao, are you there? If you are, say something," Zhu Tianhua said cautiously.
The room was deathly silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
At the same time, a strong smell of blood, with the howling cold wind, infiltrated their noses.
"Second Uncle, it seems like Master Zhao is not here," Zhu Youcai said in terror.
"Be careful. I'll stand guard here; you go turn on the lights!" Zhu Tianhua said coldly.
"Okay," Zhu Youcai responded fearfully and walked toward the light switch in the room.