In the dimly lit interior of the van, Xia Wanwan groggily awoke to find her hands and feet bound with rope, a cloth gagging her mouth, and even her eyes covered with a blindfold.
Kidnapping! This familiar scenario fostered a wave of panic within her. Six years ago, everything had replayed in her mind bit by bit: it was under these circumstances that she had fought the kidnappers with all her might, only to trigger a major chain-reaction traffic accident.
She dared not act rashly again, forcing herself to calm down. She couldn't see how many people were in the van, but at least two people had come down from the van when she had been kidnapped.
From what had happened before, it was clear that those who kidnapped her came prepared. Yet, at times like these, those kidnapping her were hard to assume doing so for the sake of money.
It was the worst-case scenario Xia Wanwan could think of. Without money as a motive, negotiation was difficult!