"That won't do," Fu Yanhai said. "What fun would it be to torture you? I appreciate you more..."
He didn't finish his sentence when the warehouse door banged open.
Fu Yanhai cursed, "What the hell! Did I not tell you to watch the door... Oh, Young Master Lu has arrived!"
Su Nanxing's gaze snapped toward the direction of the sound.
The person who entered was none other than Lu Beiyuan.
Lu Beiyuan looked somewhat disheveled.
In this cold weather, he was only wearing a black shirt.
The shirt was wrinkled, and there were holes in the sleeves, as though they had been snagged by something.
"Not easy at all," Fu Yanhai glanced at his watch. "It's been less than an hour, and Young Master Lu has already found this place."
Lu Beiyuan didn't even glance at him; his eyes were locked on Su Nanxing.
Two iron cages, one inside the other, trapped Su Nanxing in the middle.
Especially seeing the ropes on Su Nanxing, it was almost instant that Lu Beiyuan's eyes reddened with anger.