"Who... Who are you?" Wei Zhao instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his trembling finger aiming his handgun at the man.
"Someone... Where did everyone go?" He shouted.
Yet, no one answered him.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor echoed throughout the vacant basement.
Wei Zhao instinctively stepped back, aiming at the man's head: "You... Stay away...."
The man's gaze fell behind him, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The air suddenly became thin, even breathing became difficult.
Wei Zhao's inner unease grew larger, the basement was dimly lit, and with the man approaching against the light, he couldn't see his face at all.
This feeling was simply too awful.
He's been cautious all the time, how could he have been exposed?
Could it be...?
Thinking of the possibility, he wished he could rip that bastard into pieces.
