East Sea outskirts, that abandoned factory.
Although it was dusk now, the sky was still slightly bright. Inside the rundown office of that abandoned factory, everything was pitch black, with windows covered by wooden planks, tightly sealed, and only a lamp emitting weak light, making it hard to see the situation inside!
At this moment, the red-dressed woman of the Miao Race was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her hands forming two mysterious gestures, resting flat on her knees!
Crack~
At this moment, the door was pushed open!
Looking as if he'd just emerged from a trash heap, Zheng Longyun entered carrying a bottle of liquor. Upon hearing the sound, the red-dressed woman slowly opened her eyes.
Zheng Longyun took a swig of his drink, asking in a bland tone, "How's the situation?"
