Watching Song Yan Ning walk out of the store, her figure growing more and more distant until it was no longer visible, Sige and his two companions finally withdrew their gaze and let out a sigh of relief, thinking of what Song Yan Ning had just said.
"We better leave this place fast, you two go help Old Zhao." Sige wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, enduring the pain, stepped forward to help Liu Zi. He could no longer concern himself with the several young girls locked inside; their main priority was to get away from this place, or else if they got caught with all the things they had done, even if they weren't sentenced to death, they would never see the light of day again.
The old lady and the woman helped Old Zhao up and began walking toward the door. Before they could step out, they were repelled back by an invisible force.
"What's going on?" The old lady looked around in terror, convinced that it wasn't just her imagination.
