Outside the warehouse, two cars came to a stop, the doors opened, and several tall men stepped out, their movements synchronized, clearly well-trained.
One of them opened the passenger door of the car in front, respectfully stepping aside.
A woman stepped out of the car, dressed in a shirt and trousers, her hair tied back, looking sharp and capable.
The person beside her spoke respectfully, "Sister Rong, the person is in the warehouse ahead."
Liang Rong glanced around, the night was dark and there were no streetlights, making it hard to see far.
She withdrew her gaze and walked towards the warehouse.
The door of the warehouse creaked open, light flooding out, making it uncomfortable for the eyes.
Liang Rong furrowed her brows, adapting to the light, and walked inside.
The warehouse was filled with a lot of discarded wooden crates, stacked high, with a large chandelier hanging in the middle, enough to illuminate the entire space.
