The thick night enveloped everything, and a van approached slowly from a distance.
When it was still about forty or fifty meters away from the dilapidated bungalow, the headlights turned off first, and the vehicle gradually came to a stop on the side of the dirt road.
The door opened, and Chen Hai and a few others jumped down from the van.
"Ah..." Screams, so pitifully mournful, began to rise from the inside of the decrepit bungalow.
As this sound reached Chen Hai's ears, his already somber face darkened even more, becoming as black as ink.
"Go, hurry over," he ordered, waving his hand at his subordinates before taking the lead and quickly moving forward.
"There might be some unrelated people inside the bungalow. Remember, when we enter, cover your faces!"
He'd only taken a few steps when Chen Hai seemed to remember something. He turned back and instructed Bai Xiaohang, Tian Mingjian, and the others.