Ignoring the fact that her wound was bleeding continuously, An Xiaoning hurriedly proceeded to free herself from the chains as soon as she found the keys.
She walked out slowly, clutching her stomach that was in excruciating pain, which worsened with every step she took.
Instead of leaving immediately, she dragged the deceased hitman towards an obscure spot by the stairwell, after which she took out his mobile phone and placed it inside her pocket. She then found her mobile phone from his clothes, only to realize it was out of battery.
An Xiaoning continued to wipe away the bloodstains on the ground with her sleeve before sitting down at the bottom of the stairs. Having exhausted all her energy, she panted heavily and could barely move another inch.
She was aching from head to toe. To make matters worse, she was also famished and parched.
She wanted nothing more than to escape this hellhole instantly. How she wished she could…
