Chen Fang guessed correctly.
At this moment.
Not far from the small dark room, there was a large room filled with monitors, each displaying the image of a different room.
Under the lens, there were both men and women, all newly trafficked captives.
The newest screen to be turned on.
Showed Chen Fang in anguish, frantically pounding on the iron door.
A few hours later, he began trying to tap on the walls; it was clear he was thinking of escaping.
From day to night, and then from night to day.
A full 24 hours.
No one paid him any attention or spoke to him, but every move he made was seen by these beasts.
"How is it? All normal?"
Just then, the monitoring room door opened, and Xu Kun walked in, asking.
The staff in the monitoring room nodded, "No problem, we can proceed to the next step."
Xu Kun was pleased.
He turned around and took out a walkie-talkie.
He said, "Alright, bring him out."
In the small dark room.
Chen Fang was already in a feeble state.
