"What the hell is going on!?" With eyes wide open, Wang Qiang stood dumbfounded.
Tang Xiaoquan quickly raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, and at the same time, he exchanged a glance with Lin Junfu nearby.
Old Lin immediately understood, took out a lighter from his pocket, and swiftly struck the flint. Instantly, a flickering flame arose.
By the faint light of the flame, Lin Junfu cautiously advanced a few steps forward. Once he reached a position about one meter beyond the security door, he started to hand the lighter over.
The pale flame swayed back and forth, seemingly like a ghostly fire hovering in a graveyard, flaring brightly and dimly, turning everything around into a shadowy and eerie gloom.
Following Lin Junfu's hand, everyone clearly saw a thin gap open between the iron door and the wall. Though it was hardly noticeable, it did not escape the sharp eyes of the survivors.
This truly left Tang Xiaoquan and the others puzzled!
