Xu Hao scrambled backward, leaning against the wall, staring at the iron door easily pierced by the scalpel.
What's going on? Wasn't it supposed to be safe once inside the room? Was Little Bai's analysis wrong?
At the moment of his utmost horror, the incessant shrill alarm suddenly snapped him back to reality.
When the lights flashed just now, he was too preoccupied with escaping to close his eyes.
With this thought, Xu Hao quickly shut his eyes.
However.
The alarming sound of the iron door being pierced still exploded in his ears, refusing to cease.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The long knife was withdrawn and thrust in again and again.
In less than half a minute, dozens of holes riddled the iron door, flaking rust cascading down.
Xu Hao repeated the experiment of closing and opening his eyes, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he sat down heavily on the cold floor.
This door won't hold much longer!
