Chapter 374

The three of them quickly ducked into a shipping container. The moment they stepped inside, a wave of decaying odor rushed toward them—the smell of old wooden crates mixed with dampness and mildew, stinging their nostrils and making them want to cough. Wang Luoran, just about to let out a cough, hurriedly clamped her hand over her mouth, holding her breath until her face turned red. The container was piled high with dilapidated wooden crates, stacked in staggered layers of varying heights. Like silent sentinels, they shielded the three of them within. He Chenguang carefully moved his feet, trying his best not to make a sound, his eyes searching intently through the dim light for the best hiding spot. Finally, he stopped in a corner tightly surrounded by several huge wooden crates, which formed a relatively concealed space. "Come over quickly, it's safer here," He Chenguang whispered, gesturing for Liang Song and Wang Luoran to join him. Liang Song and Wang Luoran hurried over, crouching low and moving on tiptoe. The three of them huddled together in this cramped corner, their bodies pressed tight against one another as if drawing extra a sense of security from the contact.