I am here

Xu Jing Li stood at the entrance of the dilapidated warehouse, his figure casting a shadow over the entire room. The air around him was frigid, an oppressive coldness that seemed to seep into the very marrow of those present.

The men inside, who had moments ago been filled with perverse excitement, now felt their courage abandon them. Goosebumps rose on their skin as a chill ran down their spines. Even the sound of their own breathing seemed to echo in their ears, a harsh reminder of their vulnerability.

Xu Jing Li's eyes swept the room, landing on the makeshift bed where Chen Mumu lay motionless. His cold demeanor turned glacial.

His men followed behind him, a silent and disciplined force, but even they could not conceal their unease. Sweat glistened on their foreheads and rolled down their necks, betraying the tension they felt. Yet, none of them dared to move or speak.