Yang Xiaoyu and Yang Lao simultaneously turned their gaze towards the doorway.
"Who are you?" Yang Lao asked with a cold expression.
"I'm the person who's come to take your lives." The visitor's icy eyes swept over the two, the chill within them seemingly capable of shattering them completely.
"Such big talk. Someone, someone!" Yang Lao let out a cold laugh and shouted.
"People? Do you think anyone will come to save you now?" The icy voice echoed again, making it feel like even the eardrums might freeze over.
Realizing no one was coming despite his shouting, Yang Lao picked up the nearby phone and dialed out. The phone rang for a long time with no answer, and Yang Lao's face gradually became somewhat upset.
"What happened?" Yang Xiaoyu asked, noticing Yang Lao's drastic change in expression.
"No one answered, not sure if..." Yang Lao didn't have time to finish his sentence.
