Someone had died.
This time it was real.
Tang Qianqian observed from a distance the guard who lay dead at the door of the small dark room, among whom were two familiar faces—the middle-aged man who had previously escorted Liu by the arm was now motionlessly lying on the ground, a sharp torture device embedded in his neck, his expression from before death still frozen on his face.
The wide-open eyes seemed to glare at her, causing Tang Qianqian to instinctively feel a strong discomfort.
This was the first time she had come into such close contact with a corpse; the dead guards, their dismembered bodies, and the blood-stained carpet laid out a path forward for them.
What was worse, the dead were all company employees.
That meant even if they could escape from the prison, they would still carry a hefty bounty on their heads.
"Jailbreak King Tang Qianqian, bounty 42 million Bei, dead or alive"
Posters like this would be displayed at the network and the gates of the community.
