The basement was cold and damp, with no windows, pitch black. Ning Zihuan turned on the flashlight function on his phone and the strong beam illuminated the ground at his feet. Ning Zihuan stepped down the stairs.
The basement wasn't large; you could see the end of it at a glance. There was no one there.
Fu Bai dragged Kang Cheng inside, the muzzle of his gun aimed directly at Kang Cheng's temple: "Where are the people?"
Kang Cheng hadn't expected these people to carry guns. Were they police or... whatever they were, they were not people he could afford to offend: "The people really are in the basement, how could they not be?"
"Be honest, don't try any tricks on me, otherwise I'll blow your head off right now." Ning Zihuan jabbed the loaded gun harshly against Kang Cheng's brow, his face gloomy and hostile, eyes as fierce as a wolf.
Kang Cheng was truly scared: "I... I had Kang Qiao bring people here to hide. How could they not be here? You should search again."
