The location where Mizuo was imprisoned was a bit unexpected for Chongzong. Chongzong thought that based on Mizuo's intelligence and way of thinking, she would probably hide the woman in a place far away from home, like an empty shipping container in some abandoned warehouse. But Mizuo brought Chongzong to a baseball field near his house.

"Hey, Mizuo~ Are we here to play ball tonight? Or...?"

At the front desk near the entrance, a short, fat, bald middle-aged man enthusiastically greeted Mizuo.

"Not here to play ball, you know, uncle. Call me on my phone if you need anything."

Mizuo winked at the short, fat, bald uncle, who understood and smiled, without asking any further questions, and let Mizuo and Chongzong in.

Chongzong followed Mizuo and took a few glances at the short, fat, bald uncle at the entrance. Then he asked Mizuo,

"Are you familiar with this uncle?"

"Heh heh heh, more than familiar."

Eiji Hayamizu laughed smugly, pulled Chongzong's shoulder, leaned in close, and whispered.

"This uncle, let alone getting married, hasn't even had a girlfriend at the age of forty-two. But with my help, he finally fulfilled his lifelong dream and got married at the end of last year~"

"To be honest, this uncle is not a bad person, he's kind-hearted, it's just that he lacks certain qualities. He owes me a favor for this, so I can do whatever I want here."

While speaking, Mizuo led Chongzong to a warehouse inside the baseball field. Just as Chongzong was doubting whether the door of the warehouse was locked, Mizuo took out the key from his backpack and swiped it to unlock the door.

"I didn't expect you to have the key..."

Mizuo chuckled and said, "Didn't I already tell you? I can do whatever I want here."

The warehouse was pitch black, with only the green emergency exit signs illuminating the corners of the walls. Mizuo didn't seem to turn on the lights. He closed the warehouse door, took out his phone's flashlight, and led Chongzong into the depths of the warehouse. There, there was a small room with only one door and no windows.

Without Mizuo saying anything, Chongzong also guessed that the woman was being held here.

Like the door of the warehouse, this door was also locked.

Mizuo took out another key from his backpack and deliberately waved it in front of Chongzong.

"I'm the only one with the key to this secret room. Even the owner here, that uncle from earlier, doesn't have a key."

- This uncle is just too straightforward. Can't be described as kind-hearted anymore, just plain stupid...

Chongzong silently criticized in his heart, but didn't voice his thoughts. He heh-heh-ed and praised Mizuo a few times, saying things like "Impressive, impressive, no wonder it's Mizuo," urging Mizuo to quickly open the door.

Mizuo didn't expose Chongzong's perfunctory words, and just opened the door without a word.

It was a small room of less than five square meters. A white incandescent light bulb was embedded in the middle of the ceiling, but it wasn't turned on. It was only when Mizuo entered the room that he switched on the light.

In this cramped space, besides the four walls, there was only one wooden chair in the middle. The woman who intended to harm Mizuo was tied to this chair. She was only left with tattered underwear, and all her other clothes were scattered on the floor.

And the coarse hemp ropes that bound the woman had rubbed her wrists and ankles raw, leaving behind bruises and blood clots.

Confronted with the scene before his eyes, Chongzong was completely stunned.