Song Qiangwei's face turned somewhat pale with fright as she instinctively backed away.
She kept retreating until she was crouched in a corner.
During her last encounter on the high-speed train, she had witnessed Feng Lin's strength.
Such a brawny man was subdued by him with just one hand.
If he wanted to harm her, it would be as easy as reaching out his hand.
Crucially, Song Qiangwei also dared not scream.
She remembered the first man who had been locked up here; he banged on the door and even broke the window glass.
Later, a few men came up from downstairs, knocked him out with a steel pipe, and she never saw him again.
"Feng Lin, I advise you not to mess around. I won't make a fuss anymore, is that good enough?"
Song Qiangwei's voice was somewhat meek.
"You really think I'm interested in you? You look like a man, and you wear that thing, why bother."
Feng Lin pointed at the underwear hanging on a rope.
"You… shameless!"
