Leng Shaoqing forcefully rammed the door several times but couldn't break it open. Such customized doors are naturally not of shoddy construction.
At this moment, Qin Yong had hurried over with a spare key in hand. After finding the key to this room, he tried to unlock the door, only to find it had been deadbolted from the inside; even with the key, it was no use.
"It's deadbolted," Qin Yong said. "How about trying the windows?"
"If the windows are also locked, it would just be a waste of time. It's probably too late to call a locksmith now, given that this is a suburban area; it would take them at least two hours to get here," Leng Shaoqing asked, "Do we have something like a sledgehammer?"
"Yes, I'll get one," Feng Guang, along with a waiter, ran to the storage room and soon returned with a sledgehammer.
Feng Guang said, "Step back, everyone. Don't get hurt."
Everyone was a mix of shock, fear, and concern. Hearing his words, they quickly stepped back several paces.
