"Tap, tap, tap."
A light, brisk set of footsteps came from not far away. Before anyone even appeared, the sound alone carried a sense of relief.
Yu Chengmu's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He saw Wang Fugui and Du Moyu running out of the shadows, one after the other, each carrying a musical instrument.
Neither of them even glanced his way. They ran straight back to the room where Jiang Cheng was.
As they went in, they each exchanged a high five with Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng picked up the letter, gave it a smug shake in Yu Chengmu's direction, then bowed to show his thanks. The next second, he shut the door with practiced ease.
Yu Chengmu seemed to have forgotten what he had just done. He turned around and glared through gritted teeth at A Biao, who was just as stunned. "You idiot! Didn't you say the ghosts couldn't be controlled?"
"I fucking—" A Biao felt a surge of rage shoot straight to his head.
Even with only one arm left, Yu Chengmu was no match for A Biao. In fewer than three moves, A Biao had him pinned to the ground and grinding his face against it.
His clothes were torn open, his face pressed to the floor, and his graying hair was a mess. His imposing air as a master was gone without a trace.
"You old bastard, Yu Chengmu!" A Biao was so furious he felt ready to burst. He hadn't expected the old bastard to be so vicious, or that he'd never intended to let A Biao leave alive. "You deserve to die!"
A Biao used all his strength to grip Yu Chengmu by the throat, squeezing until his eyes rolled back.
But before he could keep grinding Yu Chengmu into the