Inside the underground passageway resembling a colossal maze, the flashlight's beam cast mottled shadows on the damp walls, and the air was filled with a disturbing stench of decay.
Feng Ju's mechanical prosthetic scraped against the wall, emitting an irritating friction sound, scratching off a patch of slippery moss.
Feng Ju clenched his iron-black hand, staring at the three diverging paths ahead, his brow deeply furrowed.
Thick liquid seeped from the left wall, a putrid smell wafting in the middle, while the right was eerily silent.
Each path looked like the open mouth of a monster, but where the monster had chased his daughter to, he was completely at a loss.
His proud experience in hunting criminals and the multifunctional mechanical arm seemed useless now, unable to offer any help.
"Dali, take your men to the right, Pile Head, you take your men to the left, and the others follow me. Report on the intercom at all times."
