A Swift Attack
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The sky gradually became dark. The three men initially guarding them had left, and another four men came.
With a mahjong table and a set of mahjong tiles in tow, it looked like they had planned to keep an eye on them the entire night. They then started playing the game with a bowl of cup noodles in their hands.
Using the firewood they had brought, they started a fire in a paint bucket and placed it in the middle of the room. Directly facing the fire, Yun Xi felt quite warm.
Yun Chuhan wasn't as lucky. As she was further away, she was shivering uncontrollably from the cold. Also, she really needed the toilet—probably because of all the milk tea she drank at the restaurant.
The four men did not have the time to deal with her, as they were engrossed in their mahjong game.
"Toilet! I need to go to the toilet!"