A pathway that hasn't yet been poured with concrete leads directly to the basement of an unfinished villa.
Surrounding the area are scattered construction materials.
Underneath this unassuming villa is a hurriedly completed safe room.
A room constructed of gold, steel, and concrete—not very large, but large enough to accommodate nineteen people.
At this moment, the list of nineteen has been confirmed. Zhang Xiangu, accompanied by a few family members, has begun to enter the safe room in succession. Besides his immediate family, there were Zhang Han's relatives, two special operations security personnel, Wang Xiaoming, Jiang Yan, and others.
"Zhang Wei, come here for a second. Keep this box with the human skin paper for me. If I die this time, give it to Wang Xiaoming," Yang Jian whispered as he handed the box to Zhang Wei.
"What is this?" Zhang Wei paused.
Yang Jian said, "You've seen it before, the human skin paper that was at the school last time."
