CLICK.
After killing the engine and parking, two thugs got out of the car. They hurried into the dimly lit, unfinished building ahead and climbed the rough stairs, not stopping until they reached the third floor.
Their accomplices on the third floor saw the two return and immediately fixed their gazes on the duffel bag they were carrying—the one filled with Spirit Stones.
"Boss." The man placed the duffel bag on the table in front of their leader and unzipped it.
"Whoa, hahahaha... So many Spirit Stones! We're rich!"
The thugs' eyes filled with greed as they stared at the Spirit Stones in the bag, and they erupted into boisterous cheers and laughter.
In the distance, Zhang Yuxi lay on the floor, her hands and feet bound and her mouth gagged. Seeing the thugs celebrating the arrival of the ransom, she knew she didn't have long to live.
Worse, she would likely be tormented by these thugs before they killed her. At the thought, her eyes filled with despair.
