Jiang Ming'an: "See, your Brother Xie's side skills are quite formidable."
"Ahem... What bad things are you two saying about me? Don't think my hearing's bad; I can hear just fine."
Jiang Ming'an, not at all embarrassed about being caught, laughed and replied, "No, we're praising you!"
"We're here. Hold on, I'll light a torch before we go down."
Making a torch isn't easy; you need the right materials, but Xie Yunhai just picked one up and lit it, probably left behind when someone previously moved things around.
The wood soaked in diesel ignited easily; in the darkness, it instantly flared up, the flames dancing joyfully.
"Alright, brother, you hold it, and I'll find the mechanism."
"You seem familiar."
"Brother, I left home when I was fourteen. I've crawled through countless dog holes, so finding a place like this is no big deal. It's not like we're robbing an Emperor's Mausoleum, now that's out of my league, full of traps where one misstep would get you stuck."
