Zheng Yun had just stepped out when she was bagged with a black sack; her world turned instantly dark, unable to see anything, helplessly dragged forward by these brawny men without a hint of gentleness.
The darkness and her stumbling heightened Zheng Yun's fear; she wanted to ask what was happening but couldn't utter a word.
Xiao Bai paced the room restlessly, having walked dozens of rounds already, occasionally glancing at the composed Jiang Kechu beside him, who was flipping a lighter over and over. The hand holding the lighter showed bulging veins, revealing an agitated state of mind.
"When will they get here?" Xiao Bai asked this for the tenth time.
The moment the words fell, the sound of footsteps came from outside, followed by the door next door being opened.
Xiao Bai quickly went over to a hidden window to peer through it, seeing Chen Ke and three other big men bringing Zheng Yun in with a black sack over her head.
