So He's Just a Contractor

The moment Du Yue raised her hand, a silver pistol appeared in her hand out of thin air. Without any hesitation, she pulled the trigger and fired at each of them. The two of them did not even have time to react before their bodies fell to the ground. Du Yue squatted down and prepared to search for the keys on them.

Before she could do anything, He Xing stopped her. "Let me do it. Don't dirty your hands." After He Xing finished speaking, he quickly rummaged through one of the men's pockets and found a bunch of keys. The two of them continued to walk forward. After a while, they arrived in front of an iron door. He Xing opened the door with the key. The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with the same stench as before.