Obviously, someone was imprisoned inside.
Wang Li was shocked upon hearing this.
He looked up, his eyes suddenly bursting with light.
Ignoring the blood and brain matter splattered on the ground, he stumbled over the corpses and rushed towards the hidden door.
The secret door was unlocked, and Wang Li gripped the handle and forcefully pressed down.
The door hinges emitted a grating sound, and a rush of air mixed with perfume and mustiness hit them.
Fang Cheng stepped up to follow, his gaze sweeping over the room.
It was a windowless, claustrophobic room, with soundproof foam lining the walls.
In the corner stood a large bed and several iron cages, with bright lights and recording equipment even set up nearby.
All the sordid furnishings clearly revealed Wei Qiang and his gang's filthy deeds of forcing people into prostitution.
