Chi Xiaoyu followed the direction of the sound, inching forward.
Finally, she stopped outside the last room in the bilge, which was locked.
Pressing herself against the wall, the voice inside became even clearer.
She stepped back a few paces, rummaged around nearby, and found a bunch of keys hanging on the wall. She took them, matched the room number, and pushed one into the lock.
It was dark inside, with a hint of a woman's powdery fragrance.
Groping for the light switch, what she saw inside left her stunned.
The room was damp and gloomy, and more terrifyingly, there was an iron cage in the center, imprisoning a middle-aged woman of a certain age.
Though not young, the woman's features faintly revealed her past beauty, and she wore an expensive mink coat. However, her hair was untidy, and there were iron chains around her ankles.
The iron cage seemed to be her entire world, with high-end clothes hanging on a rack, a comfortable bed, and a dresser covered in makeup...
