The window glass is extremely thick, like the explosion-proof glass on a presidential limousine, capable of withstanding machine gun fire. Brute force clearly isn't an option to break through it.
Outside the window, the night is deep, and city lights twinkle. Judging from the light positions, the secret room where Li Cheng is must at least be in a high-rise on the fortieth or fiftieth floor.
"This is unexpected..."
He originally thought the secret room would be in some abandoned factory, or a remote wilderness. "But one thing is certain, the geographical location here isn't Cuba, and the time isn't noon."
Ding-a-ling.
The red landline phone on the coffee table rang. Li Cheng walked up to it, first wrung out the water from his sleeves, then tucked his hands inside, using a blanket from the sofa as a barrier, before finally picking up the phone.