"Mr. Xu," the butler suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, "that room is not open to guests."
Whether he went in or not made no difference. Xu Huo closed the door and casually asked, "Does Mr. Wen know his house has been made so dirty?"
The butler remained silent.
Sometimes silence is also a statement.
Xu Huo bypassed him and returned downstairs.
The night came quickly again. After feeding the birds, Xu Huo left the door ajar, paying attention to the movements within the manor.
Perhaps the mysterious deaths of several players last night made the remaining ones become cautious. The players who came out, although they engaged in fights, were deliberate in keeping things quiet.
Since indiscriminate attacks were not possible, the best method at this time was to lay in wait by the stairs. No matter who the assassin was, they would eventually test the waters of going upstairs.
