Sheng Siyuan slowly made his way to the entrance of the underground chamber.
The light was still very dim.
And because of the dead, just reaching the entrance, a foul smell mixed with the damp air hit him in the face.
It nearly made him vomit.
"President?"
The bodyguard, following close behind, saw his boss in discomfort and hurried forward to stop him from entering.
But Sheng Siyuan only paused for a moment, then emotionlessly stepped inside.
"President, Miss Han's... body is over there."
Upon entering, Sheng Siyuan immediately saw several young women, listless in spirit, being lifted from the floor by bodyguards.
And the corpse was in the center of the chamber.
Sheng Siyuan's pupils shrank momentarily.
He wanted to walk over, but at that moment, for some reason, it was as if he suddenly didn't even have the strength to lift his legs.
All that remained were his eyes, staring fixedly at the corpse.
It was indeed her.
