The women left one after another, after packing things up.
Soon, she was the only one left in the huge, luxurious room.
Yun Shishi was in a state of torment as she leaned against the bed frame and shivered. She really wanted to stay calm, but in such an unfamiliar and cold environment, she did not know if this would be the last moment of her life!
After an unknown period of time, a flurry of footsteps was heard coming from outside the room. The footsteps stopped outside the door. The next moment, someone pushed the door open and walked in.
She saw two rows of men in black filed into the room. The last man to walk in was draped in a long windbreaker and had slicked-back hair. He looked like he was getting on in years, perhaps about fifty years old, and his face was lined with wrinkles. At the same time, a vicious-looking scar spanned half his face.
