The warehouse's rolling shutter door lifted about a dozen centimeters, a sliver of light seeping through – there was obviously someone inside.
Gathering her courage, she called out, "Is anyone there? My surname is Chu, I've arrived! I've come alone!"
"Come in," came that same male voice from the phone, echoing eerily around the deserted warehouse area.
Jiayi's back broke out in a cold sweat as she held her breath. For Zaizai's sake, she was ready to face whatever demons or ghosts lay ahead!
She pulled up the rolling shutter door and ducked inside.
In the middle of the warehouse sat a haggard middle-aged man with an unshaven face shaded by vicious stubble, sitting on a grimy and worn sofa, flanked by several subordinates in black suits.
That middle-aged man looked somewhat familiar!
A memory flashed through Jiayi's mind – she had seen this man at the banquet at Shengjing Hotel that evening with Mr. Huo; it was Vice Mayor Yan Bin!
