Song Ning had no idea where she was now.
Back in that square hall, she had slipped into the group of black-clad men amid the chaos.
She was certain the men in black from the two areas would not all know one another.
She had originally wanted to find a chance to fall to the back of the group so she could leave markers.
But the group led by "Master Gang" had designated men bringing up the rear.
She could only follow along in the latter half of the group.
Fortunately, to avoid revealing their whereabouts, they kept just one flashlight lit at the front and another at the rear. Everyone in the middle simply obeyed in silence.
The tunnel was pitch-dark, and with several hostages under guard as well, nobody noticed the slender "outsider" who had slipped into their midst.
Only when she climbed out of the well and saw the road before her did she realize that this well opening was actually an exit.
The simplicity of the design caught her completely off guard.
This road lay beyond the abandoned factory grounds.
The group numbered twenty or thirty people in all.
Three vehicles had been arranged to pick them up.
A sedan took Master Gang and a few others away first.
A small cargo van then carried off six or seven black-clad men and one hostage.
Finally, a truck with a tarpaulin-covered cargo bed arrived to take the remaining dozen or so people.
For security reasons, the three vehicles did not arrive at the same time.
Each vehicle also had two of Master Gang's trusted men aboard, who put black cloth bags over the heads of everyone who got in.
Yes, everyone.
The other black-clad men and the elderly comrades all had black cloth bags pulled over their