The factory had been abandoned for many years, and the streetlights had long been broken. The weather was gloomy, and it was dark everywhere. Only a factory not far away was lit.
When the lackey guarding the door saw Yan Yuanfei walking over, he shivered in fright. His eyes widened abruptly as he turned around in horror and was about to rush into the factory.
His words were stuck in his throat, and he was controlled by the two police officers who suddenly rushed over. They even covered his mouth to prevent him from speaking.
When Yan Yuanfei saw the person guarding the door, his eyes were cold and murderous. Even his footsteps were murderous. He glanced at him coldly and entered the factory.