"This is the place," the black man said to Wen Yu, then turned to leave. "I won't guide you any further, Sir."
Wen Yu shrugged, simultaneously activating Darkness. The power of Darkness instantly enveloped the entire house, conducting a thorough inspection.
There were no bombs or anything of the kind, only one person inside. It didn't look like a trap.
Once the check was complete, Wen Yu pulled open the door and walked into the house.
Yang Hong was a young man, not yet thirty. From his appearance, he seemed to be of mixed race, with a significant portion of Asian heritage.
Seeing Wen Yu enter, Yang Hong rose, bowed respectfully, and gestured towards the sofa, inviting Wen Yu to sit.
Wen Yu didn't stand on ceremony and slumped onto the sofa. Flashing a faint smile at Yang Hong, he skipped any useless introductions and asked directly, "I'm here to ask you about matters concerning the Dreamland. Don't tell me you know nothing about it!"
