In the dark warehouse, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Tie Ma was crouched in a dusty corner, his hands tied behind his back. Blindfolded, he could not observe his surroundings, and his heart raced without a point of support.
"B-brother, where is this place?"
Tie Ma began to tremble, trying to gather other information—at the very least, to learn his own location.
However…
"Ask what needs to be asked! Don't ask too many unnecessary questions!" said a member of the special service, pretending to be a subordinate, lowering his voice and replying harshly, effectively blocking Tie Ma's questions.
Tie Ma was slightly stunned; he dared not ask more questions…
