You took a few steps back as Old Yang, holding a rock, charged directly at the iron door. The door was very sturdy, and despite Old Yang fiercely smashing it several times, he couldn't break it open. However, the door was at least deformed, and just as Old Yang was preparing to apply more force, the door swung open, and two men emerged.
The pair, one older and one younger, had a somewhat similar appearance, looking like father and son. The younger man's eyelids twitched immediately when he saw the weapons in Xia Xue and her companion's hands, revealing a hint of panic in his eyes.
The older man was relatively composed. He cleared his throat and said to Old Yang, "Brother, this is a refuge for my son and me. Please show some mercy. If you are looking for food, I'm afraid we'll have to disappoint you."
"Are there any other people inside?" you asked the middle-aged man.