The night wind at midnight was freezing. When it blew through the long and empty corridor, there was even a Wuwu echo, like the sorrowful cries of the resentful female ghosts in horror movies.
The bodyguard leading the way in front of Mo Xi felt his heart numb. As he walked, he turned back to look at Mo Xi, who was as cold and expressionless as usual. He swallowed his saliva to hide his nervousness and fear.
He raised his hand to open the door of the underground warehouse for Mo Xi. He said respectfully, "Special Assistant Mo, this way, please. The woman is locked up in the warehouse inside!"
Mo Xi observed the surrounding situation and felt it was very well hidden. He said with satisfaction, "This place is not bad. It's just right to imprison her. It's just that it's a little creepy at night."
The bodyguard chuckled and bowed, "As long as you think it's good! We don't dare to be negligent in our work for Young Master. "
