Han Dan cocked his head in puzzlement. He looked around him and counted over and over again. The number was correct, so what did Bei Feng mean?
"All my men are here... there's no one missing," Han Dan frowned lightly as he confirmed.
Bei Feng took a flashlight and shone it at the corner of the wall where a group of men lay sleeping. "Who are they if they're not your guys?"
"Good grief, who the hell are these people?!"
He Jiawei took one look at them and instantly realized that they had fallen victim to the sleeping gas. They were snoring like pigs and would not be awoken even if a thunderclap sounded right beside them!
"Those guys are not with me... perhaps they've also set their sights on your cauldron and were all hit by the sleeping gas through pure bad luck?"
He Jiawei had a strange expression on his face. Could this be considered as him giving Bei Feng some help?
Bei Feng's haunted mansion is going to be famous around the world one day!