Jin Jumo didn't know where this place was. The room was very empty, with nothing but the chair under her.
Han Feng brought her meals three times a day, never saying a word to her. Except for almost impulsively striking her on the first day, he didn't rough her up.
Judging by the number of times he delivered meals, Jin Jumo guessed it had been about two days since she was brought here.
"The ship sets sail at twelve, right?"
"Alright, I'll deliver the person to you soon."
"I understand, I'll be careful."
The tightly closed door was opened from the outside, and Han Feng's voice followed.
Jin Jumo had an uneasy premonition and frowned at Han Feng.
Han Feng was dressed in black, head to toe, even wearing a black cap, the brim almost completely obscuring his eyes.
Seeing him like this, the ominous feeling grew even stronger.
Han Feng stepped forward unceremoniously, untying the ropes binding Jin Jumo to the chair and her feet but leaving the thin cord tying her hands.
