Wang Bushen walked ahead in silence, leading them not toward the main house, but around it—to the annex building tucked behind tall hedges and overgrown vines. Bian's brows drew together in suspicion. He'd lived here for years, but he didn't remember anyone using that place. Everyone stayed in the main compound. The annex was ignored, practically forgotten.
Wang Bushen stepped up to the metal door, pressing his palm flat against a scanner that blinked once, then emitted a soft chime. The door clicked open. Bian stared, unmoving for a second.
Fingerprint access?
He didn't like this. Didn't like not knowing.
"I didn't even know this place had security," Bian muttered under his breath, shooting Dican a sideways glance as they followed. Dican remained quiet but alert, sword still sheathed but ready at a moment's notice.
