He Xi walked forward holding several thick ropes, and Yuanya was pulled onto a chair.
He quickly and nimbly tied Yuanya's legs to it.
Strangely enough, her hands were left free.
The final step was to tie the chair, with her on it, in front of the central pillar of the warehouse.
Duan Jingwen met Yuanya's glare head-on, raising his eyebrows meaningfully.
Then, he directed He Xi, "Bring the package in. Be careful."
He Xi nodded and immediately left.
When he returned, he was carrying a transparent storage cabinet.
Duan Jingwen personally removed the protective film above it and sent it to her.
"Use your hands to remove it."
Yuanya reflexively shook her head; the strange metallic sphere seemed highly dangerous to her subconscious.
Duan Jingwen gave a slight smile; his expression was charming. His deep eyes bore intense emotions.
One could not help being intoxicated by it, yet his words sent chills down Yuanya's spine.