In the cave, the thin man lowered his head and stood at the entrance of the cave, not daring to make a sound. He could vaguely feel a bone-chilling aura slowly rising in the cave, making people feel as if there was a blade on their back.
On the other side, fatty's expression was as complicated as the thin man's. The only difference was that the beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping onto the ground like water.
The City Lord stood in the depths of the cave with his back facing the skinny man and the fatty. Even though no one could see his current expression, everyone could guess how bad his expression would be.
"City Lord, we haven't found any traces of anyone."
A person shivered and respectfully reported the investigation.
"..."
The City Lord didn't say a word. That person was still kneeling on one knee and didn't dare to get up.