The center of the entire second floor was piled with supplies, it seemed they had moved the things from the first floor upstairs.
Space on the second floor was limited, and with one glance, you could see over a dozen men standing there.
"You, don't make a move, she is in that room."
Someone pointed toward the room inside.
More than ten men were huddled together, trembling with fear at the lightning in Wang Yiyun's hands.
Even Brother Long, the one with the strongest superpower, was on his knees, only able to let them take the person away.
Bai Xiqin walked into the innermost room and opened the door.
A foul stench wafted out.
Bai Xiqin instinctively took a step back.
Inside, the bed was in disarray, and a woman lay on it, unconscious.
Her face was swollen, and you could vaguely see the scars on her neck and arms, while a metal chain on her ankle tightly restricted her movements.
There was no need to think to understand why those people kept her locked up.
