Translator: Pika

  Cheng Xiong’s subordinates were already wrapping up their search. One after another, they informed him that they didn’t locate anyone.

  Cheng Xiong began to think to himself. The only place that hadn’t been searched yet was this bed.

  He cupped his hands and said, “We still need to search the bottom of the bed. Sir Eleven doesn’t mind, right?”


  Zu An frowned. “What is General Cheng implying? Would I not know if there was someone underneath my bed?..