POV: Jian Yuche
The pounding on the front door cut through the low moaning outside like a gunshot.
"Open up!" The voice was muffled but unmistakable. "It's Wei Lingyun! He's one of mine. Open the door. Now!"
Jian Yuche was already moving before he finished speaking. He wasn't about to let anything happen to his right hand man. His hand went to his weapon automatically, as he crossed the room in three long strides toward the entrance.
Zhou Chenghai, on the other hand, had already stepped in front of the door before he could reach it.
Jian Yuche stopped short, a low growl vibrated in his throat as he stared down the other man. "Move."
"Not a chance." Chenghai's voice was flat and his stance was solid with both feet planted shoulder-width,. It was clear that he wasn't going anywhere. "Opening that door risks everyone inside. I will not take that chance."
"That's my man out there," snarled Jian Yuche, refusing to back down.
