"Damn, those two bastards, at this time, could they still be slacking off?"
In front of the corridor.
A cursing voice came, making Baiyu's eyes light up.
Here they come.
He held his breath, his Spiritual Power highly concentrated.
Quickly, the footsteps stopped in front of the door. With a creak, the door opened. The person seemed to notice the silence, felt wary, and stopped cursing. Instead, he scanned the surroundings with hawk-like eyes.
However.
No matter how cautious he was, he couldn't have anticipated that a Martial Arts Grandmaster had been waiting in the room for him for exactly an hour.
Baiyu suddenly erupted, his palm turned into a blade, and he struck down swiftly.
A surge of Blood Qi burst from his palm, knocking the man unconscious instantly. The man fell to the ground with a thud, unable even to see Baiyu's face before passing out.
Baiyu calmly placed the man into a bag, tied it up, and tossed it into the corner of the room.
In that corner.
