Their clothes had long been torn and tattered by a night of torture; blood dyed their dark garments, and now they left trails of bloodstains on the pristine white ground. These three people lay on the floor, locked at their hands and feet, eyes tightly shut, motionless. If it weren't for the faint breaths, one might even think they were dead.
An Yiqing narrowed her eyes as she observed their stiff faces, a flash of cold light fleeting through the depths of her gaze.
"Open the door, I'll go in and ask them myself," she said, turning her head to Tan Yulin.
Tan Yulin startled, then turned to look at Gu Yelin. Seeing no objection from him, he made a call to the control room.
Before long, the mechanical doors of the room slowly opened, and An Yiqing walked in at a measured pace, followed closely by Gu Yelin.
Perhaps the night's torment had been too exhausting, as the men in black did not raise their heads upon hearing the footsteps.
