Chen Ziqian eyed the license plate-less van with suspicion, certain that there was a problem. Even though his legs felt weak and his body was soft, he still sprinted towards the path leading to the mountain peak.
Even though the large trees on both sides of the road were dense, there were still few rays of moonlight that filtered through the branches and scattered on the ground—a faint glow eastward, a dim light westward, which added a sense of mystery and a thrill to the surrounding environment.
The faint-hearted would surely think that behind those large rocks, deep at the ends of the trees, something unclean or some bad person might abruptly spring out at any moment.
But in Chen Ziqian's eyes, this path, with only one main trail, seemed more like the road to the Gate of Hell.
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"Miss Song, what do you need us to do?"
"I didn't ask you to do anything."
"Didn't you tell us to kidnap her?"