"An unimportant intruder." Zhou Qingfeng said indifferently, his finger already hovering over the hang-up button, thinking of ending the call.
"Wait!" The other party hurriedly shouted, tentatively asking, "You... are you now at Mr. Brown's house?"
"Yes."
"Are you with the guards?"
"No."
"Then are you... also trapped? From another block?"
"Of course."
The person on the other end of the line seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then followed up with a more direct question, "How did you avoid the guards and get over the barbed wire?"
Zhou Qingfeng smirked, "Climbed over."
A brief silence. He could hear someone on the other end discussing in low voices, the background filled with the faint sound of papers flipping and hurried footsteps.
Finally, the other party spoke again, with a tone of pleading, "There should be some route maps in Mr. Brown's bedroom, could you... help bring them over? You can ask for anything you need."
