Longmen Base
The Iron Gale Team and Zhao Lin stood around the opening beside the tomb, staring at the dark hole in the ground.
Up close, it didn't look like a random collapse. The edges were uneven but purposeful, and the slope leading down vanished into darkness. Slightly cool air drifted up from below, carrying a damp, earthy smell that made Zhao Lin's chest feel tight for no reason she could explain.
For a moment, no one moved.
"Hey! What are you waiting for?" Wang Bo suddenly barked, his anxiety turning into impatience. "We still haven't found Uncle Meng. Move!"
In front of them, the pockmarked man and his companion were kneeling on the ground. Both were shaking badly, faces pale and swollen from earlier hits.
"This… this is as far as we ever went!" the pockmarked man cried. His jaw was injured, making his words slur. "The person never let us go deeper! We really don't know where they keep the prisoners!"
