C10 Kidnapping

As the man brushed his large hand across Soong Qian's cheek, his rough fingertips left a faint red mark on her delicate skin. His eyes darkened, and a mocking smile spread across his lips. "Heh, with such a pretty face, I'm sure Sunn Yuanhann will like you. And you, well, you'll enjoy it too."

The dull ache in her wrist grew more intense, and Soong Qian suddenly regretted letting the three men in. It was like inviting trouble into her home. She wanted to scream for help, to alert someone that she was about to be kidnapped. But before she could make a sound, a sharp blow landed on the back of her neck.

Suddenly, Soong Qian felt dizzy. Her wrist was released, and she tried to escape, but before she could take a step, her head spun, and she nearly tripped over a chair. Fortunately, the man beside her caught her just in time.

Gradually, darkness swallowed her consciousness, and after that, Soong Qian knew nothing.

...

Outside a luxurious villa, three men sat in a beat-up van. In the backseat lay a bag containing something about five foot three, bulging and ominous.

A man crept out of the mansion, his appearance shifty and suspicious. He glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping out the back door and heading quickly toward a rundown van. He knocked on the window, looking particularly impatient.

Once the window was rolled down from inside, the man spoke, "Why did you rush me out of the mansion? Luckily, security's not too tight, or I would've had a hard time sneaking out."

Bear, with a seemingly clueless grin, scratched the back of his head and glanced toward the back. The man immediately leaned in to look, spotting a woman tied up in a burlap sack on the back seat. It was obvious to him that it was a woman inside.

"What’s going on here?" the man asked, frowning. Bear quickly handed him a cigarette. "This woman is Sunn Yuanhann's girlfriend. She owes us money, so we knocked her out and brought her here. Help us get her to Sunn Yuanhann's bed, and we'll split the money eighty-twenty."

Of course, Bear would get eighty percent, and the man from the mansion would get twenty.

The man took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly as the bluish-white smoke curled upwards, obscuring the hard lines of his face. He thought for a moment, then held up three fingers, unsatisfied. "This time there's risk involved. Let's split it seventy-thirty. If that's not okay, I'm out."

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

But Black Bear grabbed his arm with a grin. "Alright, alright, seventy-thirty it is."

"Deal!"

The floor was laid with black marble, the tiles polished to a mirror-like shine, and a lavish crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The room's black and white theme was accentuated by Roman shades paired with heavy drapes, giving it a classic feel. Golden silk ties on the curtains brightened the bedroom, highlighting its understated luxury. The black and white wallpaper complemented the black furniture, with no unnecessary decorations. A vintage black iron bed frame and an ornate black crystal chandelier overhead added a touch of grandeur, creating a slightly imposing atmosphere.