Under the moonlight, the door was gently pushed open, and two dark figures quickly slipped inside, skillfully hiding in the shadows. They calmly surveyed their surroundings, their icy gazes ghost-like in the night. Luo Zheng, using the moonlight streaming in, realized he was in a living room with rooms on either side, their doors tightly shut. He gestured several combat hand signs before drawing his military knife and stealthily approaching one of the doors. Lan Xue, understanding his intent, headed towards another door.