"Heh, you sure know how to talk, kid." No. 13 tilted his head, liking Zhou Ze more and more.
"Just speaking from the heart."
Looking at Zhou Ze's serious face, No. 13 pursed his lips and chuckled. "Only you know whether you mean that. Now, lead the way."
"Benefactors." Zhou Ze crept along at the front, glancing back from time to time to warn them with gestures and looks. "Let's sneak into the village quietly. No shooting." If there were subtitles, that was what they would say.
A gust of wind blew Zhou Ze's bangs apart, giving him a middle part. With that furtive look of his, he was the spitting image of a turncoat leading the way.
"You came in through this route too?" No. 2 asked.
"No. We came in through the bar's front door." Zhou Ze felt a pang of bitterness as he said this. "How could ordinary people like us have the foresight you two have, knowing to use the back door?"
When they reached the fire door, they heard music and all kinds of noisy sounds coming from inside. Zhou Ze hesitated, hand outstretched toward the door. To be honest, he didn't really dare go in.
No. 2 kindly opened the door for him.
No. 13 raised a hand and shoved Zhou Ze inside.
After waiting a moment and seeing nothing happen, No. 13 entered with No. 2. Once inside, he even remembered to reassure Zhou Ze, whose forehead practically had the words "I'm scared" written on it. "Don't be afraid. We're here."
Zhou Ze felt these two were more terrifying than ghosts.
They hadn't been inside long when a person dressed like a waiter noticed them. "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?" The waiter came over with a professional smile. The slight lift