Watching the indifferent young man and five others, including a bald man in a suit, walk into the dark room one after another, Yang Qingshu's face revealed a hint of joy.
After those six left, only three gunmen remained in front of the ancestral tomb.
If he could draw away one or two of them, then he would have a chance to rescue Old Master Banhan and the others.
Just as Yang Qingshu was pondering how to create a diversion to draw away those three gunmen, a pained wail suddenly echoed from the dark room.
The faces of the three gunmen changed instantly upon hearing the wail.
"Caw caw…caw caw…"
After hurriedly exchanging a few words, they left one person to continue guarding the hostages.
The remaining two immediately drew their pistols and quickly rushed into the basement.
"What a great opportunity!"
Yang Qingshu was unsure about what exactly had happened inside the dark room.
Did a conflict arise between the indifferent young man and the bald man in a suit?
