C287 I Love Su Hao

On the outskirts of Quanzhou, an abandoned rubber factory loomed in the darkness.

The night was pitch-black and eerily silent, punctuated only by the cold howling of the wind and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Thick clouds smothered any trace of light, the sky painted with heavy strokes of ink, obscuring even the faintest twinkle of the stars.

Within the dim interior of the factory