"Mmph..."
Xia Shule slowly regained consciousness, stars still dancing before his eyes.
His last memory was of getting ready to turn a corner, about to send his final message, when someone covered his mouth and nose at the corner. After that, he remembered nothing.
When he woke again, he was in this...
Xia Shule surveyed his surroundings. A French chandelier, all glittering splendor. There was palatial wallpaper, too, and this bed seemed expensive. He had seen it before, though he could not remember the brand.
This place was pretty luxurious, too. It did not look like some random hideout a kidnapper had taken him to, but more like some rich person's home.
?
Xia Shule twitched his nose, feeling the stinking rag in his mouth. It filled his entire mouth and pinned down his tongue. Apart from making muffled noises, he could do nothing.
Seriously... couldn't you have stuffed something that didn't stink in there? Did it have to be a filthy rag?
Fuck, this stench is killing me...
What if the drugs don't knock me out, but the stink does? Do kidnappers offer after-sales service?
When he watched police dramas before, he had always wondered why people did not just spit out the piece of cloth stuffed in their mouths.
Now that it was his turn, he finally understood that when the thing filled your whole mouth, you could not even move your tongue. How the hell were you supposed to spit it out...
Fuck, once I find out who did this, I'll cut them into a thousand pieces!
Xia Shule's hands were bound behind his back. Whoever had tied them had made the bindings so damn tight that his wrists were already bleeding slightly.
His legs were not bound, though. They probably figured...
No, wait. Xia Shule took