In warehouse number three.
After dealing with the mecha, Xie Jiuhan smelled a special smell. He was familiar with this smell. When he remembered where he had smelled this smell before, it was already too late to hold his breath.
"It's Mr. Qingyi's poison!" Xie Jiuhan cursed in his heart. Although he knew what it was, it was too late because he had already inhaled some poison gas. Unless he took the antidote now, it was useless.
Xie Jiuhan gave up on covering his mouth and nose. He wasn't wearing a gas mask and the warehouse door was made of iron. There was no time to escape. Before he fainted, Xie Jiuhan thought to himself, "Could it be that Qingyi's 'Enchanted World' was bought by the boss of Blue Stocks Capital?"
A few minutes later, Feng Qing pushed Han Jinlu slowly towards warehouse number three. Han Jinlu said, "Do you need me to arrange people for you?"
Feng Qing shook her head. "He's just one person. I can still handle him."
