This series of actions was as swift and graceful as a rabbit, competently rivaling those expert in lightweight skills in old martial arts films. Normally, Lin Mu would take delight in showing off, but now he had no such thoughts. As soon as he touched the ground, he rushed forward, his eyes gleaming with cold light that seemed to freeze the air.
"Hopefully, nothing has happened, otherwise..." Bang! The wooden door was kicked open. Lin Mu squinted his eyes, muscles tense, like a fierce deity descending, charging in aggressively.
"What the heck?"
Lin Mu, filled with fury and ready to unleash his might, was dumbfounded when he saw the scene before him. An empty room devoid of even a single strand of hair, furniture and bed covered with white cloth, faint layers of dust settled on top. Clearly, he had kicked the wrong door; no one lived here.
"What are you doing, acting wildly in the middle of the night?" an angry voice suddenly rang out.
