"Rustle rustle rustle..."
A thin, small figure sneaked out from behind the door, first standing at the doorway for ten seconds to make sure there was no one around before tiptoeing toward the room where Che Xuexiang was staying, putting his ear to the door to eavesdrop.
What he didn't know at the moment was that on the other side of the corridor, another figure was slowly approaching him.
By the time he noticed the footsteps, it was too late. Before he could react, a pair of iron vice-like hands had caught him, spun him around, and Lian Jinsun, who had come up via another safety passage, was now staring at him coldly, "Who are you?"
The skinny, small man was terrified. He instinctively wanted to scream for help, but Lian Jinsun didn't give him the chance. Covering the man's mouth with one hand and dragging him with the other, he pulled him into the room, whose door was half-open.