"If you mean the fingerprint, it should belong to Zhou Tai'an's father."
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. Once the thought occurred to him, he immediately lifted Zhou Ding's corpse and raised his right hand, placing it against the high-end fingerprint lock.
In an instant, the lock beeped and flashed red. With a snap, the entire section of wall seemed to split apart and slowly slide to either side.
Just five or six seconds later, a room appeared behind the white wall.
"They actually used a high-end fingerprint lock. What kind of room is this?" Xia Ping's eyes flickered. He set down Zhou Ding's corpse and strode into the hidden room.
The moment he stepped inside, he saw weapons covering the room, packed tightly together. There were laser firearms, heavy machine guns, sniper rifles, and so on. It seemed that nearly every kind of firearm in the world could be found here.
Besides firearms, the room even contained all kinds of bombs, including miniature nuclear bombs and timed bombs. It was practically a small arsenal.
"Impressive."
Xia Ping's pupils contracted. Even he was stunned by the room's contents.
Most of the weapons here were prohibited. If word got out, the police would arrest him, and he would face at least ten years in prison.
"Just who is Zhou Ding? Why does he have so many powerful military weapons at home?" Xia Ping furrowed his brow. He remembered that Zhou Tai'an's father seemed to be a restaurant owner worth over a hundred million, an upstanding citizen on the surface.
But judging by this man's methods, he clearly wasn't a good person. He might have been involved in all sorts of shady dealings behind the scenes.
"Forget it. Zhou Ding's already dead, so there's no point digging into it." Xia Ping decided not