The abandoned warehouse was left with only a dim yellow light.
Lin Wan Yi was tied to a chair, her wrists and ankles were cut into by hemp rope, leaving bleeding marks.
She lowered her head, her breathing was light.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
Two people pushed the door open and came in; one squatted in front of her, using the tip of a knife to lift her chin.
"Tsk, she's quite pretty."
"What a pity, can't be kept."
Lin Wan Yi lifted her eyelids, her voice weak.
"I... I'm thirsty..."
The two exchanged a glance.
"Give her some water, she's a dead person anyway."
One of them unscrewed a military canteen and poured it roughly into her mouth.
Lin Wan Yi coughed a few times, water trailing down her lips.
"That's enough, stop dawdling, get to work."
The knife-wielding assassin stood up, drawing a dagger from his waist.
The blade gleamed coldly under the light.
He walked behind Lin Wan Yi.
"Don't worry, I'm quick, it won't hurt."
Lin Wan Yi closed her eyes.
