There was a crack in the wooden door. After Zhao Yi went in, he closed the door tightly and looked at the situation outside through the crack.

The wine cellar was dark, and Zhao Yi couldn't see Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yan's expressions, unaware of the profound shock his killing had caused the two young masters.

Zhao Cheng's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Zhao Yi, your...your knife is so domineering."

Zhao Yi calmly said, "Shut up. I don't know the situation inside the cellar. Do you remember what's in there? Quickly move them over and block the door."

Zhao Yan said, "There's a lot of wine buried here, but nothing to block the door."

Zhao Yidao said, "Then don't say anything. Hide quietly and hopefully you won't be discovered. Remember, no matter what you see, you are not allowed to cry."

"I understand." Zhao Cheng nodded and said, "Zhao Yan, you're not allowed to cry, understand?"

Zhao Yan's voice was still a little childish, but he said with extreme firmness, "I am a man, I bleed but I don't cry!"

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, quite satisfied with the attitude of the two young masters.

They peered warily through the crack in the door.

Not long after, several more men in black came running over.

They stopped after seeing the three men in black lying on the ground.

At this moment, Zhao Yi saw the black-clad man whose Achilles tendon had been severed move a few times and suddenly grab his companion's foot.

Zhao Yi's eyes widened, and he secretly thought, "This is bad!"

He even managed to land a final blow but failed to kill her; he's probably about to be exposed!

Sure enough, the man in black said something to his companion, and then pointed in this direction.

hiss!

Zhao Yi gasped as he saw the men in black approaching the wine cellar.