Midnight.
A sneaky figure appeared in the corridor, carefully unlocked Zhao Chuan Yi's room with a key, and slipped inside.
However, after searching the room for a while, the person suddenly paused in confusion: "Huh, how come there's no one."
The next second, several people rushed in from outside the room, it was Sun Yan and his group.
Shen Sanjing, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, swiftly subdued the person to the ground. Sun Yan realized the person was the driver responsible for driving in the ancient castle.
The person was holding some white powder, presumably intending to do something with it.
"Let go of me!"
"Ha, I knew you people had problems." Shen Sanjing, burly and solid, pinned the person to the ground, unable to move.
Just as he was about to lift him up for questioning, the person gritted his teeth, crushed the packet of powder in his hand, and suddenly the white powder scattered throughout the room.
