Li Yifei didn't see anyone else along the way after that. The road had no forks anymore, and it wasn't a good road—uneven and full of holes. It seemed the destination wasn't far ahead.
Li Yifei's guess proved correct. When he arrived in front of an old, run-down factory building, his phone rang again.
"Now get out of the car, enter the yard, and go into the room on the left. Inside, there's a computer on a desk, and on its desktop, there's a bank account number. Transfer the money to that account. Look up; the place is surrounded by cameras. If you try anything funny, we'll know right away, and your son will die immediately."
"Where's my son?" Li Yifei had already noticed the cameras upon entering, but what struck him the most was the chaotic way they were installed. Even an average security professional could tell there were countless blind spots. If he wanted to sneak in, it would be far too easy to evade those cameras.
