He walked quickly, pressed the doorbell, and went up to the fifth floor.
The hallway was pitch black, not even a corridor light was lit. Clearly, this wasn't a place where people lived permanently; it was just a location for a transaction meeting.
The man reached out and knocked on the door to the right, three light taps, followed by three heavy ones.
There came faint footsteps from inside, and then the door was pulled open, "Hurry, come in."
It was a woman's voice.
The man carried Moo Huantong inside, flung her to the side, and dusted off his hands as he sat down, "It's done."
Only then was the main light in the room turned on.
Suddenly exposed to light, Moo Huantong squinted uncomfortably and struggled to move her body. Her hands were still tied, and the rope had already cut into her wrists.
She couldn't even call out...
Su Qingtian pulled up a chair and sat down. She glanced at the woman on the floor and then at the man, "Mo Beiyan and Mo Nanjue both believed it?"
