Leitao and Chen Feiyang moved deeper into the cavern. Inside the dim cave, damp rock walls seeped water, and every step was accompanied by the rhythmic "tap-tap" of splashing water.
Suddenly, just as Leitao’s fingers brushed Chen Feiyang’s shoulder, a shrill sound of flapping wings erupted within the cavern, resembling the mournful wailing of ghosts. Hundreds of bats, thick as a black tide, emerged from among the stalactites on the ceiling. Their scarlet compound eyes shimmered with a ghostly glow in the faint morning light, like the gaze of death itself.
Chen Feiyang instinctively raised his submachine gun, but Leitao pressed his wrist down firmly. Leitao’s mouth parted slightly, and he squeezed a few words out from between his teeth: "Don't shoot!" His voice was kept extremely low, yet it carried an indisputable air of authority.
Chapter 448