Gu Jinglian frowned and was about to reply, but Black Panther ignored him. "So be it! There's not much use for it anyway!" Then he hung up.
Gu Jinglian approached the entrance of the warehouse. Stepping over the yellow line in front of it, he heard a creak. The heavy roller door seemed to be equipped with a sensor device and opened automatically.
He let himself into the warehouse. Then, the shutters fell heavily behind him. Inside, a thick layer of dust rose. Gu Jinglian covered his lips in disgust and waved to clear the air.
The lights came on suddenly.
He raised his eyes and looked around. There was only one large table in the huge warehouse. There was someone sitting at the table. It was a man.
He was sitting on what looked like a torturer's bench. On the table was the usual card dispenser one would typically see in casinos. To the man's left was a television set. At the moment, the screen was flashing with snowflakes.
