Not long after, the warehouse door was suddenly flung open, and the same gang barged in again. Mr.Charlie flicked on the lights, his eyes fierce, itching to drag out whoever was hiding inside. Several
workers quickly searched the place but still found no suspicious characters.
"Mr. Charlie, we even checked inside the boxes in the corners, there's really no one hiding."
"You can relax now!"
"You mentioned hearing a cellphone vibration, you must've heard wrong"
Mr. Charlie's gaze scanned the surroundings once again. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked somewhat eerie.
"If there really is someone in the warehouse, they would show up the moment we leave."
"We waited outside for so long just now; if there was someone inside, they couldn't possibly stay completely silent." "Mr. Charlie, you're probably overthinking!"