The car rattled on for about half an hour and stopped in front of an abandoned factory.
By then, night had fallen, and the factory lay in a secluded suburb, surrounded by darkness with scarcely any signs of human life or light; the early spring night breeze blew gently, carrying an inexplicable chill.
The person who had been followed, Ai Jiang, as she was pulled out of the car, couldn't help shivering as she looked around the environment.
"Move!" The follower, seeing her standing still, pushed her rudely.
Ai Jiang, with a broken leg, was shoved and fell straight to the ground.
Not only did the man not bend down to help her up, but he also kicked her like a nuisance and impatiently urged her, "Get up quickly!"
Enduring the pain, Ai Jiang struggled up from the ground; then, she entered the factory amidst this man's cursing and hustling.
Several lamps lit the factory, powered by a generator with temporary wiring, yet they were bright enough to illuminate the entire factory.
