Ammon's Grand Adventure (4)

Inside the mall, Ammon, who had secretly used concealer, looked at the mirrors everywhere. The faint dark circles still visible beneath his eyes seemed to be silently mocking him.

Looks like I've been cursed! Ammon thought, still unaware that he had fallen for false advertising. He even suspected that the dark circles on his face were a "mark" deliberately left by his father and the current Mysteries.

Although things differed slightly from the plan, it had not yet reached the point of affecting the overall situation. Besides, Ammon had no way out now. After a brief moment of thought, he began following the plan and prepared to escape the city.

Because those two idiots had used mobile payment when fencing the goods, he did not have much cash on hand, forcing him to look for a cheaper way to travel.

However, he soon no longer needed to consider transportation.

Because...

A hand holding a wet wipe covered his mouth from behind.

A fierce headache and discomfort in his throat surged over him as his consciousness gradually returned. Ammon frowned, only to discover that his eyes had been covered, something had been stuffed into his mouth, and his hands and feet had been roughly bound. His heart turned slightly cold.

What's going on? Are they accomplices of those two people, here for revenge? Or did I run into the human traffickers they talked about in the orphanage's general knowledge class?

Ammon gently moved his fingers, checking the state of his bindings. In the end, he relaxed slightly. He was still in decent condition. It seemed his captors had no intention of killing him immediately.

Although that was true, Ammon felt terrible. He had always been in an absolutely safe position. Even when competing with the current Mysteries for Origin Castle,