Emily Stone opened her eyes and saw a slender figure appear in front of her; she lifted her head, "Mmph!..."
It was Han Xingchen!
She was holding a cellphone, its flashlight on, and she aimed the phone's light at Emily's face, scoffing coldly.
"Mmph!..." Emily continued to struggle, her movements quite violent, her body twisting fiercely. "Mmm, mmm..."
"Stop wasting your energy," Han Xingchen turned to switch on the room's lights.
The dim light was not bright, barely sizzling, yet it lit up the entire cramped room.
Emily squinted as she surveyed the room, which seemed to be a basement, with filthy, damp walls on all sides, no windows, and just about thirty or forty square meters.
The floor was dirty and cluttered with junk, cockroaches, and dead rats scattered around; waves of stench and mustiness assaulted the senses, nauseating.
