Xia Hang led Qin Yu and walked deeper into the corridor.
This corridor was very long. Xia Hang's legs left a trail of blood on the road.
Very soon, the two of them arrived at a large door.
This door had to be opened using a secret technique. As the vice president, Xia Hang naturally had the authority.
He stood at the door, raised his palm, and slowly placed it on the door.
Then, his palm flashed with a ray of light, and in a moment, the door slowly opened.
Qin Yu raised his hand and grabbed Xia Hang's palm while saying coldly, "How did you open this door? Tell me."
Xia Hang said coldly, "Qin Yu, you better not have any ideas about this door."
"Even if you take my palm, it's useless. As long as I die, the secret technique in my hand will immediately disappear."
Qin Yu frowned slightly.
Xia Hang actually saw through his intentions.