C255 Capture

Zhang Heng ascended the staircase, peering into the engulfing darkness ahead, a knot of apprehension tightening in his chest.

There was a rustle ahead, the unmistakable murmur of human voices.

Perhaps Zhang Yong was there, yet Zhang Heng's heart fluttered with unease.

Suddenly, a faint whizzing sound, barely perceptible, sliced through the silence