"Lin, the expert you're waiting for won't be able to save Lin Mo..."
"In this world, only I can save her."
"Join me, Lin... I can give you everything you desire."
Lin Zhiquin lurked quietly in a corner of the first floor, tightly pressing his lips together, unable to shake off certain words echoing in his mind like a nightmare.
"RUSTLE—"
The sound of footsteps came from upstairs.
Immediately, Lin Zhiquin held his breath, staying as still as a rock.
Footsteps quickly descended from the second floor.
When they reached the staircase, something seemed to be triggered, and the sound of a taut rope twanging rang out.
"THUD!"
Accompanied by a sudden scream.
He quickly moved from his hiding spot, running silently across the floor like a cat.
In no time, he was at the staircase.
A man lay between the first and second floors, wearing a mask. His arm and shoulder were pierced by two short spears, pinning him firmly to the floor. He was struggling fiercely.
