Liang Yuan smiled, and as they spoke, they had already reached the twentieth floor.
Ding Yan paused and suddenly said, "I remember those three guys with goatees lived on this floor, right? They seem to have imprisoned a woman."
"Wait for me a moment."
Liang Yuan looked at her as she walked to room 2001 and started to break the door.
At the same time, she said, "Those three bastards are dead. If nobody helps the woman they imprisoned here, she might starve to death."
"Let me do it."
Liang Yuan held a crowbar and swung it forcefully at the lock.
With his strength three times that of a normal person, he easily smashed the lock.
As soon as the door opened, they were greeted by a musty smell.
The air also carried a strong mix of callery pear and stench.
Liang Yuan couldn't help but cover his nose, knowing exactly what the smell was.
Ding Yan felt nauseated and quickly covered her mouth and nose. They entered the room.
The living room was a mess, with many burn marks.
