Cheng Daqi and his group were in an old library that had been around for a while.
Old buildings naturally have many odd and quirky rooms.
They could be cluttered with miscellaneous items or serve strange purposes.
The appearance of a room exclusively for the librarian's base desires thus seemed reasonable.
Nina, as an employee here, considered the library her home court.
She walked briskly ahead, with Cheng Daqi following behind, full of worries.
Cheng Daqi was extremely anxious, those masked thugs might really come to the library!
No!
That might not be the case!
What if they were just passing by? Deep down, Cheng Daqi still harbored a sliver of hope.
"Chan, can we first get to the second floor and then jump down to escape?"
As a seasoned refugee, Ye'er Gubai had spent over a decade fleeing across the western part of the Eurasian continent and had extensive experience in running away.
