From start to finish, Hao Jian and his group didn't reveal any flaws. Each person carried the distinct aura of refugees, almost indistinguishable from those kept inside here.
Ramsey didn't suspect Hao Jian and the others either, as these people didn't even have weapons, he wouldn't suspect anything. Therefore, after locking them up, he left happily to claim his reward.
"Boss..."
"No rush!"
Hao Jian waved his hand, stopping his subordinate from speaking. Holding the handcuffs Ramsey had just put on them, Hao Jian scoffed.
"I didn't think it would be so short a time before I was cuffed again..."
Hao Jian shook his head, stood up, and scanned the room to find the refugees had not become curious about their entry but instead returned to their positions, sitting silently on the ground.
Those who looked at them merely sighed, shook their heads, and said nothing. In their view, entering here was akin to entering Hell; wanting to leave was impossible.
"Boss, do you mean to...?"
