Jiang Wan came to her senses and looked at the small house carefully.

It was square like a prison cell, with a cement floor and lime walls, empty and without windows. The ceiling was very low, exuding a sense of oppression, and the dim light made it difficult to tell what time it was.

It really fits the line in the poem: "Walk into a room and you'll find walls all around."

On the other side, Boss Yan returned to the house in anger. Yan Liu took out a cigarette like a lackey and lit it for Boss Yan.

"Brother, how's that woman? Did she tell us anything? The boss is waiting for her."

Boss Yan's face darkened.

Damn it, he was fooled by this woman and didn’t ask anything!

"Second brother, go ask."

Ten minutes later, Yan Laoer's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"I didn't get anything out of her. This woman is so good at digging holes!"

Yan Liu once again displayed his servile skills and attentively lit a cigarette for Yan Lao Er:

"What's wrong, second brother? In my opinion, this bitch deserves a beating. She'll tell you everything after a beating."

Yan Lao Er rolled his eyes at him and said, "The boss didn't say to fight, so who would dare to fight?"

Yan Liu: "What's going on? How about I give it a try?"

Yan Lao Er pushed Yan Liu's head aside in disdain:

"Just you? You'll have to tell me what color the bitter tea is. Brother, this woman has something. I don't think she's a little lamb."

Boss Yan had a cold face. If this matter was not handled well, who knows how they would be tortured by the King of Hell.

At this time, Yan Si pushed open the door. He looked gentle and polite, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and holding a thick stack of documents in his hand:

"Brother, the information has been checked."

Everyone gathered around to look at Jiang Wan's information, occasionally exclaiming:

"Fuck, so rich..."

Jiang Wan leaned over to take a look and said modestly:

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not very rich."

Yan 1246: ???!!!