The guards led them down a grand hallway toward a massive underground chamber.
The moment they stepped inside, Zhao Rui's stomach dropped.
The girl they had seen in the cage was still there, her name carved into the wooden bars—Yan Mei.
Around her, dozens of children and young women were trapped behind metal bars. Candles flickered across the room, illuminating Shen Wei, dressed in dark robes, standing before a massive altar.
The air reeked of blood and fear.
Zhao Rui (whispering): "Oh great. We're officially in a horror movie."
Liang Chen: "Correction—We're in the FINAL SCENE of a horror movie."
Shen Wei turned toward them with a smirk. "Ah, my photographers have arrived."
Zhao Rui forced a grin. "Yep, that's us! Your friendly, totally-innocent, not-plotting-against-you photographers!"
Liang Chen (muttering): "You sound suspicious as hell."
Zhao Rui: "I am suspicious as hell!"
Shen Wei raised a hand, and two guards shoved cameras into their hands.
"You will document my greatest achievement." His voice was eerily calm.
Zhao Rui's fingers clenched around the camera. He glanced at Liang Chen.
They both knew—this was their only chance to act.