"Who—"
"Come with me." A stranger's voice came, deep and unfamiliar.
Shen Tang felt a faint musk scent from the person's chest, where her back was pressed against.
The scent was somewhat familiar, causing her heart to tremble and she suddenly stopped struggling.
He took her to a secluded corner, and no one was around; it seemed to be a blind spot for surveillance too.
He fumbled for a mechanism somewhere. There was a slight click, and a concealed stone door appeared on the wall in front of them, quickly pulling Shen Tang inside.
As soon as they entered, the door closed quickly behind them, as if nothing had happened.
It was an extremely hidden dark room, no more than forty or fifty square meters, with only a simple chair, sofa, and bed, without even connecting the power supply.
A few glowing stones that could self-illuminate were hung on the wall, like weak candle flames, barely lighting up the room enough not to leave everything obscure.
