Perhaps there really was no danger.
He hadn't expected that guy to actually keep his promise—just get the job done, and he would indeed bring the person involved in the deal in front of him.
The male waiter muttered to himself as he fumbled along the corner of the wall, his fingertips gently twisting the brick that blended into the wall, and then the floor beneath the table opened silently.
There really was a secret room!
The waiter's heart thumped wildly in anticipation and nervousness as he was about to complete his task.
He then carefully peeked inside.
The cellar was dark and quiet, emitting an aura of dust and decay, like an abyssal void of death.
Why is it silent?
The waiter listened intently, but could not even hear a breath; the inside seemed empty. He then hesitated at the top of the stairs.
After a long mutual silence, someone from inside couldn't hold back anymore, "Are you coming in or not?"
The sudden voice made the waiter jump.