Qi Sihai stared at the manhole cover lying quietly on the ground for several seconds. Then he bent down, reached out, and firmly gripped its handle.
The muscles in his arm bulged slightly. The strength he had been storing up erupted in an instant, and he effortlessly began pulling the round manhole cover open.
As the manhole cover separated from the ground with a muffled sound, a heavy, stale breath immediately rushed into his face.
Sure enough, beneath the manhole cover was a deep passageway. It was pitch-black, with no end visible at a glance.
Qi Sihai took a deep breath. Carefully leaning forward, he shone the flashlight in his hand downward, its beam piercing the darkness and illuminating the steps at the entrance.
His gaze extended downward, a trace of thought showing in his eyes.
After a brief two seconds, he lifted his foot and firmly took his first step, entering the pitch-black underground passage.
The passage was extremely quiet. Only his footsteps echoed through the gloom.
Qi Sihai advanced through the underground passage for more than a minute, yet so far, he had found absolutely nothing.
His brows furrowed slightly as he thought to himself, I can't linger here too long. I need to pick up the pace.
Ke Jing was still waiting outside. The longer Qi Sihai stayed inside, the more worried the other man would become.
Thinking of this, Qi Sihai quickened his pace.
After another minute or so, a cold metal door abruptly appeared before Qi Sihai.
The moment he saw the door, Qi Sihai stopped in his tracks, his expression becoming exceptionally cautious.
His eyes remained fixed on the door, as if he wanted to see through it and uncover whatever was hidden behind it.
At that moment, Qi Sihai could not determine whether