Ming Fu cast a glance at him and turned to the man beside him. "Boss, let me go instead."
Ming Jian was simply too impulsive. They had barely entered the villa when he had nearly fallen into traps twice.
If no one was there to remind him, who knows what might have happened...
"We'll go together." Wen Renche wasn't reassured; who knew how many more traps lay hidden here.
He tilted his head, about to tell the young woman to stay behind, but before he could, she had already bent down.
He had no choice but to swallow his words.
The intricate design of the infrared lasers left just enough gaps for a person to squeeze through without too much effort.
But the sudden appearance of razor-sharp blades here and there delayed them significantly.
Ming Fu led the way. As he pushed open the study door, his eyes were met with the muzzle of a small-caliber cannon aimed directly at him.
