Standing in front of the door, Zhang Rongfang looked around, trying to find something that could give him a clue.
But unfortunately, the surroundings were a mess, with only scattered broken pipes.
He took two steps forward, squatted down, and discovered two heavy drag marks on the floor in front of the door.
It seemed that something very heavy had been dragged inside.
To enter, or not to enter.
That was the question.
He didn't know what was inside, but the clue was right in front of him.
Poof!
Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang grabbed his left arm and gave it a hard pull.
With his blood control in cooperation and his deliberate relaxation of muscles, his left arm was forcibly pulled off.
A layer of blood membrane quickly covered the wound, stopping the bleeding.
He tossed the arm onto the ground and then tidied up the various items on his body.
Hmm!?
