The base had only about thirty women in total. For "sustainable development," they were rotated on a schedule.
The enclosure had only one exit, guarded 24 hours a day, so they weren’t worried about anyone escaping.
Even if someone got out of the warehouse, they couldn’t get past the fence.
If they truly had the ability to escape, they wouldn’t have been captured so easily in the first place.
Trying to escape meant being beaten to death if caught, so no one would do anything so foolish. They were very confident about this.
Tang Mo was precisely taking advantage of this habitual thinking when she secretly followed the women out of the warehouse door, then quickly ducked behind another large tree while the man was counting heads.
The man with the flashlight was still complaining about how troublesome this job was and naturally paid no attention to the movement.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5. All here. Let’s go. Get cleaned up first, then start working."
After counting and confirming the numbers, the man led the women toward the higher-end houses in the center.
Tang Mo quietly followed behind them.
The smell inside the warehouse was truly overwhelming, and living with those women had been unbearable.
She didn’t want to subject herself to that discomfort anymore, so she decided to take initiative, resolve the situation quickly, and leave as soon as possible.
When they reached the building, the two men handed the five women over to another man guarding the entrance, then left to go to sleep.
The man at the door was clearly used to this routine and skillfully led the women inside.
Tang Mo was surprised to see that the entrance was now completely empty—security was remarkably lax.
Thinking about it, she could understand why. After all, these late-night transactions weren’t exactly honorable affairs.
Even in this post-apocalyptic world, under these circumstances, many people still felt uncomfortable about openly conducting such business.
Coming quietly and leaving quietly was the best service Brother Hu provided.
She had to admit, this Brother Hu had a good business mind.
Tang Mo increasingly felt that she shouldn’t underestimate the leader of this gang.
A few minutes after they entered, Tang Mo quietly slipped into the building.
The building had two floors, with rooms arranged very simply—a long corridor with seven or eight rooms.
The entire corridor was quiet, with sounds coming only from the first room nearest to the entrance.
Tang Mo found a corner to hide in, then used her spiritual power to investigate.
In the first room, each of the five women had a basin in front of them, and they were washing their faces and bodies.
After cleaning themselves, they each chose a white bathrobe from a row hanging on a rack in the room and put it on, wearing nothing underneath.
The man who had led them in gave each woman a number tag, with each number corresponding to a room number.
There were six "working" rooms on the first floor and only one on the second floor.
Tang Mo used her spiritual power to check the number tags the five women were holding. One woman indeed held the number one tag.
That woman had very pale skin, was quite thin, and had delicate features. Compared to the other women, her figure and face were indeed a cut above.
After the women had washed up and changed clothes, they each went to their assigned rooms.
Tang Mo didn’t follow them in but continued using her spiritual power to monitor the situation in each room.
Shortly after the women entered their rooms, several men came in from outside the building one after another, each going to a different room.
Meanwhile, Tang Mo’s spiritual power remained focused on the single room on the second floor.