Yu Ruohuan eagerly jumped out of the car, excitedly rushing inside.
This was a place resembling a warehouse, located in a remote area, rarely visited by people.
Though the place was large, the surrounding piles of goods made it appear cramped.
A group of muscular, well-trained men in black stood in two rows. As Yu Ruohuan entered, they didn't even lift an eyelid.
Yu Ruohuan frowned slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
But since these were White Gloves' people, on their turf, she had to restrain herself for now.
Not far away, on an open ground, a person sat on a chair, hands and feet bound, head drooping, seemingly unconscious.
Yu Ruohuan had finally awaited this moment, almost wanting to laugh out loud.
Shen You'an, today is your death day.
She dashed forward, intending to torture Shen You'an to let off some steam, when a voice sounded from behind: "Miss, there's no time, it's best to end this quickly."
