Song Ning waited where she was until the man called Mao Zai had delivered the hostages and left the corridor again.
Everything around her fell completely silent.
Only then did she try returning to that corridor.
She needed to find out where the elderly prisoners were being held first, then look elsewhere for clues to where this place was.
The corridor was quiet.
There was no one ahead of her or behind her.
She relaxed her body and tried to walk as naturally as possible.
At the end was another corridor running across it.
There was a locked iron door on either side.
Song Ning took just one glance through the doorway before quickly retreating.
Cold sweat had already broken out across her back.
She had just been wondering why, since both places were hideouts,
they had the men in black deliver the hostages here,
rather than send the people inside out to meet them at the truck.
What she had glimpsed just now was actually two fully equipped soldiers holding guns.
Perhaps they were not soldiers.
But they were definitely wearing camouflage uniforms.
Although that single glance had not let her identify the models of the guns they held,
the weapons cradled in their arms were at least submachine guns.
That alone proved that the weapons, equipment, and even the guards here were several levels above those in Jin City.
It also proved that the comrades imprisoned here were of greater importance.
Song Ning did not dare look again and tiptoed back.
When she had peeked around the corner, two doctors in white coats had happened to be standing in the corridor.
They had probably come to treat that elderly comrade.
The two guards had been focused on the doctors.
Otherwise, she would probably have been discovered.
Song Ning