In the dimly lit hallway with rocky walls, like the old traditional dungeons a man followed by six sub coordinates walked with all the pride and dignity he was known for.

Pa.s.sing several cells with laser bars and fingerprint or eye scan locks, obviously non-contrasting to its decor, the man came to halt in front of the most 'luxurious' cell, they owned.

Unlike his sharp and c.o.c.k-hoop self, he seemed rather aggressive, like forced to suppress his rage. Then with a deep sigh turned to the guards and keepers of the prison and asked in his deep and stern voice. "Are they inside?"

"Yes Sir!"They replied with straight expressionless faces in a single voice. Though it was already reported, his sub coordinate nonetheless replied knowing it was not their place to comment.

"She.... Is she inside too?" With impatience dripping from his stern tone he asked.

"Yes Sir!" They replied with the same robotic tone, knowing well who 'she' was referred to but not daring to mind their Master's business.

With a deep sigh he finally did an eye scan and entered. There he saw two sleeping figures on chairs with their hands bowed backward and ankle bind to the legs of the chair. His eye lingered a second longer on 'HER' then was torn away.

Then his eyes moved to their 'luxurious cell' with blood stench and blood stained walls. Then to showcases with deadly torturing equipments and finally to the command board that controlled functions in the cell including the atmosphere.

Everything about this place screamed pain worse than death.

Then he finally looked up to the innocent face of the cold woman. She looked helpless and in the most vulnerable position he had ever seen this proud woman. His gaze softened for a moment but only for a moment before hardening again.

'His woman definitely didn't belong here. If only she knew how to stay out of trouble' He thought bitterly.

He only hesitated for a moment then with his cold voices that he inherited he ordered, "Wake them up!"

Not delaying a second his sub coordinate pressed a b.u.t.ton at the left side of the front wall releasing freezing cold water on their 'guests'. With a sudden jolt they woke from the effect of chloroform.

Regaining conscious He Zheng enveloped in fear looking at the man from the family of devils, where every devil was only one of their name, Su Qing instead of the beginning shock recovered fast. 'Should have known! That b.i.t.c.h always got her in trouble.' She thought and instantly she set her face in her signature scowl. 'She have to act natural'.

After observing their surrounding both of them knew well what this visit was about. The Su and Yu family were old acquaintances, decades old but for a matter of fact she knew, if she was to rot here her whole life, no one would come looking for her. Her family will without batting an eye prioritize connections over her.

As if! But even if they did, which for the record they will never, she knew well there was no way they would be able to get her out. The Yu's influence and power was no joke, they had influence on the government, underworld and even overseas.

Their only rivals in the country were the Li's but they had contracts bidding between them to store peace.

Only Xinyi, the b.i.t.c.h, can be moron enough to vex them over and over again and find thrill in it. Even her own family was far lower the ladder to even think to oppose them.

She has to get out here on her own. She was not an idiot, far from it. After all she had survived years in the Su family. So to seem unsuspicious, she did what any girl would do looking at her Ex. She glared.

Instead of knowing well she was in trouble and what and why that trouble was. She kept her pretence. She didn't know what they knew or how much they knew and she could always manipulate her way. Feigning ignorance she questioned casually in her cold tone "Yu Jian, what the fu*k do you want?"