The heavy sound of the door being slammed echoed like a death knell in the dead silence of the warehouse, making hearts flutter with fear.
"What should we do?" Sadiq’s face turned ashen, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead as he looked to Qin Lie for help. The commotion outside grew louder, and the flickering light of torches cast dancing ghost shadows through the cracks of the door.
A cold flash crossed Qin Lie's eyes, and he made a split-second decision. Enduring the excruciating pain in his right arm, his left hand moved like lightning to grab a nearby oil-stained felt cloth. He tossed it over the deputy general, who was curled up in a pile of hay, and quickly kicked over a few bundles of pungent leather goods to completely conceal him. The movement was swift and silent.
Chapter 135