The silent hotel hallway, Luo Zheng's cold eyes locked onto a door, where Lan Xue and others were located. The earpiece still buzzed with static, no response. Luo Zheng glanced at Shi Qian and Ji Wu, who nodded in tacit agreement that they were ready. Luo Zheng pushed off forcefully with his foot, sprinting forward like a cheetah, reaching the door in the blink of an eye, and pressed his ear against it to listen.
The room was silent, without any movement. Luo Zheng patiently listened for a while, then slowly stretched his large hand towards the door lock and gently turned it. The lock was dead. Luo Zheng immediately signaled to Shi Qian, who quickly approached, positioned himself on the other side of the door, cupped his hands into a funnel shape, leaned against the wall, and listened intently. No sound, he looked at Luo Zheng, puzzled.
