"Boom!"
There was a huge crash, shaking half the floor.
With a "creak", the iron tables and chairs piled up behind the wooden door of the stairwell were knocked back a distance, and the closed wooden door opened a crack. A bony hand with black nails and bulging veins reached into the crack.
"It has evolved, and its strength has increased a lot. Unfortunately, it can't be seen in the surveillance." Blake Song stood by the door and watched, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Ethan carried a wooden stick with iron nails on his shoulder and was ready for battle.
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