If we're talking about hostages, they already had three in their grasp.
Whether the three hostages were trapped in this house was a big question mark in the hearts of both Zhan Dapeng and Xiao Yebai.
Maybe not, maybe so.
In this moment of silence, Zhan Dapeng surveyed the environment inside the house. It was dark outside; when they drove up, they could only roughly make out that it was a two-story building.
Now, judging by the interior, the house seemed long neglected, its walls mottled and peeling. The staircase connecting the first and second floors was wooden, appearing somewhat rickety.
Zhan Dapeng walked over to the nearest window and, with the force of an iron rod, his fingers snapped off a section of the rotted wooden window lattice.
What was the purpose of summoning Xiao Yebai to this place?
An old house like this seemed easier to modify in appearance.
Suddenly, the floor made a cracking sound, and a platform rose from beneath.
