Ning Qing opened her eyes. She was in an old, decrepit warehouse. She sat on the floor and both her hands and legs were tied onto a column. In front of her, there was a crowd of people shaking in front of her. Ning Qing blinked a few times before she saw who the people were. The pupils of her eyes contracted, and she weakly said, "Ning Yao."
Ning Yao, with her big bump, was seated on a long bench in front of her. Behind her, stood a row of tattooed thugs. Each of them had built and burly figures. Ning Yao saw her awaken and she let out a satisfied smile. "Ning Qing, you are finally awake. I've waited so long for you."
