"There are more than one person behind the door, they should be people from the black market." Su Changxing warned, signaling Nobu to retreat.
Weigen's movements halted, his face full of confusion: "No, the passage should be sealed, they can't be here."
Then he shouted: "What's going on inside? Please step back and leave, or don't blame me for being rude."
No one answered, but the heavy breathing behind the door could be felt.
"Open the door, please, quickly." A man's voice came from behind the door, hoarse and tinged with urgency.
Weigen had no intention of opening the door; those infected with the plague, when the symptoms worsened, all had the same characteristic, their voices became hoarse.
The woman from the shop also sensed something wrong, walked over, and stared nervously at the iron door of the basement, "We can't let them out, or we're finished; those critically ill patients are extremely contagious."
