Atuta picked up his cell phone, only to find the call had been cut off. He wasn't sure whether Mo Jingshen hung up or there was something wrong with the phone.
He looked back and gave an impatient look at the two men, who rushed to lift Ji Nuan off the ground and carry her to the only metal shelf in the dark warehouse.
She had just been put on the metal shelf, and the cold touch of it made her shudder. As she lay there, by the light of the glare flashlight, she saw a table beside her, on which lay several items.
A syringe filled with something.
A knife and a gun.
A tall black medicine bottle.
And rope.
And some other items she could not even imagine.
Were they going to torture her?