Zhenlan stepped through the opening Yuche had torn through the wall and entered a hallway that smelled of blood, gunpowder, and scorched concrete.
None of which he was happy to smell near Rouxi.
Chenghai came through directly behind him, widening the broken section with one shoulder when a twisted length of metal caught against his jacket.
They found the first body less than three meters from Rouxi's room.
The man lay face-down with his leg bent at an angle that caused the two men to shudder in sympathetic pain. Or they would have if they didn't know who had already taken the man out.
Roots had split through the concrete beneath the dead man and wrapped around his ankle, holding the body in place even though he had stopped moving.
He probably deserved the broken leg... and the subsequent death.
Looking around, Zhenlan noticed another attacker that had been shot through the throat. A third was missing most of his face.
