"Looks like this is their temporary hideout."
Ye Xuan hid behind a large rock, scrutinizing the abandoned mine in front of him.
Several makeshift warehouses made of color steel formed the roofs, and at the entrance of the warehouse stood three gaunt men vigilantly watching ahead, clearly to prevent anyone from approaching.
"I hope Miaochan is safe, otherwise, I'll let you know what true despair is at the deepest level of the soul!"
Ye Xuan murmured lowly and then dashed like a fox towards Warehouse No. 2 of the abandoned mine.
His speed was fast; he covered the kilometer distance in a minute.
Upon reaching the entrance, Ye Xuan stopped and said indifferently to the three men, "Gentlemen, please take me inside."
The three men looked at Ye Xuan apprehensively and exchanged glances.
Immediately, two stepped forward, one on each side, restraining Ye Xuan to prevent him from escaping or resisting.
