We jumped up nervously, but the musical notes rang once and stopped completely, sounding as if they came from the front door.

When we ran to investigate the situation, we were greeted by Zhang Jiulin and Pockmark Li who carried a big plastic bag and a handmade xun. The music had obviously originated from the man. As it turned out, Pockmark Li had left the compound to purchase some materials, and afraid he would lose his way, Jiu-ge went out to meet him.

"I'm sorry if I scared you,” laughed Pockmark Li. “I was just testing if this thing works."

"Pockmark Li, are you looking to die?!” Xiaotao rebuked, eyebrows arched. “There are a bunch of snipers lying in wait in the watchtowers. You were this close to losing your life to a single shot, got that?"

Pockmark Li turned ashen with fear despite Xiaotao’s obvious bluff. In truth, the SWAT...