Only a few words of conversation were heard from outside before silence fell. Gu Mian was still wondering which group of enemies had arrived when several soft footsteps reached his ears. The night was so quiet he could hear them distinctly.
Meanwhile, he seemed to hear something behind him, like the faint rustling of clothes, so soft it seemed someone was moving stealthily.
But Gu Mian knew there was nothing behind him except a large mirror.
At this point, he had already counted to "74."
In the darkness, the subtle sounds behind him persisted, seeming to draw nearer.
Fatty was scrambling up the staircase as quickly as he could. The stairs were littered with props and racks, likely left behind by a film crew, slowing his progress.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuhu and his men had already reached the second floor, tiptoeing towards the tightly closed door of a room.
Pi Peng whispered, "Boss, don't you think he might have heard us already?"
