Whoosh——
Even though the sound was very faint, it was clear that facing the neat interior of the bar, Mr. Huck Sr. breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Before opening the door, he seemed to have prepared to face a mental shock, so this scene was already quite comforting.
However, he did not turn on the lights; staring into the dimness, he cautiously kept his gun ready.
Click!
Not only that, the next moment he took a step inside and even closed the door behind him.
Still no movement, and although Huck's steps were slow, they were steady, and he searched along the way.
Fu Qian was naturally very familiar with the layout of the bar, so much so that with a few more steps, he could calculate where the Old Hunter was sitting.
Whoosh——
He exhaled lightly again, and Mr. Huck Sr. finally stood still, looking at the crowded yet empty corner and the decayed door not far away, saying nothing.
