More than ten minutes later.
Richard, accompanied by the young lady Annie and the old servant Fei Qi, arrived at the secretive door of Allen Pompo's residence.
They stopped before the door, and pointing at it, Richard said to Annie, "Open the door."
"Open the door? I don't know how to open this door," Annie replied sincerely.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Annie nodded.
"Alright then." Richard turned to the old servant, "Can I trouble you instead?"
"Me, open the door?" The old servant asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes." Richard confirmed.
"This—" The old servant hesitated, his eyes flickering as he looked at Richard and said, "Sir, I'd love to help you, but I'm just a lowly servant and don't have the key to this door."
"Isn't the key your hand, or rather, the blood flowing within you? What do you need a key for?" Richard said.
The old servant was taken aback by Richard's words, clearly not expecting Richard to know such a secretive thing, as if he had seen him open the door before.
