Feeling his hands and feet tied securely to a chair, Qian Fu's face was pale with fright. His eyes were wide and his lips were colorless.
If it had been an ordinary kidnapper, whether they were after money or something else, there would at least be a reason. But this guy is a psychopath! I've heard Li Huowang's story; I know he has several lives on his hands! Now that he's kidnapped me, what could he possibly want? I don't even dare to imagine.
Quaking in terror, Qian Fu looked around, searching for any glimmer of hope.
This place seems to be an abandoned, dilapidated house—I'm not sure if it's an unfinished building or what. Regardless, getting help from anyone else seems impossible. My only hope for survival lies with this lunatic.
"Li—" Qian Fu managed to utter a single word before he felt the man's fingers clenching tightly around his neck. "Quiet!"
