Wen Jing and I walked out of the inner room. The masked man was still holding a gun, facing off against Zhaosi. Black smoke swirled around Zhaosi, the human-shaped black smoke transforming into mist and enveloping Zhaosi.
Baozi and Shunfeng peeked out from the kitchen, using a pot lid as a shield. Their tense expressions eased when they saw Wen Jing was safe.
"Don't just stand there, there are playing cards in the bedroom drawer, you four can play cards." Despite the standoff between Zhaosi and the masked man, he didn't forget to entertain us, worried we'd be bored.
The female white-collar worker had left for a while, and just waiting around was indeed boring. I went to the inner room to get the playing cards and led Baozi and the others to play cards in the kitchen.
The dining room no longer had intact tables and chairs, but at least the kitchen had basins we could use as seats.
