Starting with the Guhuoniao
Li Yan couldn't see a soul in the apartment. His left hand gripped the knife hilt in a reverse grip, his right hand held a gun, and his shoes clicked on the silent corridor floor.
The people who usually lounged on the worn sofa waiting for guests were gone.
Used plastic covers littered the floor, and the usual creaking sounds were absent.
Suddenly, Li Yan rolled over, hearing a loud bang. The light red sofa shattered, springs and cotton splattering everywhere.
Ayu, behind the wall, gritted his teeth. Li Yan's wild, sharp senses made him feel uneasy.
He exhaled, then peeked out again. Suddenly, a roar erupted, and everything went black!
Li Yan frowned. A chilling sound of metal breaking filled the air, sending shivers down his spine.
He was far less confi
