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Ding He, who failed to board a flight to Italy, was forced onto another plane. After ten hours of flying, he still wore a hood when he finally touched the ground again.

"Thanks."

Two groups completed the handover.

Then, with his vision completely obscured, Ding He was shoved into a jeep.

As the jeep started, the noise from a street market could be heard, which gradually quieted down.

About half an hour later, he was pushed out of the vehicle.

"Shush."

By the time the blindfold was removed, he was already in a sparsely furnished room which seemed to be an office building, though the decor was quite plain.

Ding He's hands were cuffed, and he sat on a cold chair while several fierce-looking men with arms crossed glared at him menacingly. Their solid arms were covered with tattoos, clearly not the types to be trifled with.

"What is this place?"

The accomplished lawyer was not panicked; he maintained commendable composure in the unfamiliar and dangerous environment.