Before her eyes, the Lamborghini pulled up to a nondescript red building on the fourth ring road, looking like a brick house erected twenty or thirty years ago, likely a remnant of some old factory facilities.
After parking the Lamborghini, a man got out of the car. He did not look around but went straight upstairs.
Wen Shixuan parked the van by a small newsstand at the roadside, pretending to unload goods for the newsstand. Then, after getting out, he circled to the back of the brick building, wary of being spotted, and hid in the shadows by the side of the dilapidated residential building behind it.
Manman was lightly conscious three hours after being drugged. She felt that her hands and feet were securely bound with ropes and cloth strips; she was unable to struggle free and did not dare to move randomly, fearing it would draw attention. As such, she didn't even blink, keeping her eyelids closed, and used this slight awareness to listen.
