arriving at a commercial plaza. In front of the plaza there was a fountain, with many people dancing on the plaza, very lively. There were both middle-aged men and women, as well as young men and wome...This scene, she had only seen in Hollywood movies, even domestic films didn't have such a fierce scene.

The howling sea wind, the gloomy night, the dangerous atmosphere, a cool killer in a black suit, and people carrying sniper rifles, it looked like there were more than just these few. Just as Wen Nuan was thinking this, a dozen or so people surrounded one person and walked over. The man in the middle was also wearing a black suit, with a maroon cloak on the outside, looking a bit strange. He was of medium height, with curly hair and deep and handsome features. Hearing him speak fluent American English, Wen Nuan thought to himself, he might be an American. The dozen or so men were all cold and ruthless, with one woman wearing a white shirt, black hot pants, and black long boots. She was also an American woman with a stylish short haircut, glamorous and cold. There were two pistols on her waist, and she was playing with a curved knife in her hand.

Warmth was startled, these people looked terrifying, each one of them exuded killing intent. Warmth was terrified. The woman walked over and tore off the tape covering Warmth's mouth. Warmth coughed a few times, her face as pale as paper. Finally, she could breathe again. It was too difficult.

“This little girl doesn't look like much, just a sprout,” John scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain. He crouched down and lifted Warmth's chin, her heart pounding with fear but she forced herself to remain calm and composed, staring steadily at John.

He seemed displeased that a woman would look at him like that. He tightened his grip, and warmth suddenly felt like his jaw was about to be crushed, the pain spreading to every nerve in his heart.

Violence!

"This Eastern woman looks so young, probably fifteen or sixteen. Does Mo Ye Yan like this kind of girl" A man in black said, the other men burst into laughter.

With a cold smile in her warm heart, the Eastern woman looked youthful. How could she compare to you Western women She was like a fairy as a child and had freckles when she grew up. She looked seventeen or eighteen and thirty-something alike! Humph!

"John, what should we do with this woman Mo Ye Yan is coming soon. It's better to kill her. She's useless anyway." The woman said, her eyes filled with murderous intent. Wen Nuan's heart skipped a beat.

Who is Mo Ye Yan She doesn't recognize him. Warm tears welled up, these people must have made a mistake and caught the wrong person. But she can't correct them; otherwise, she would be even less useful and die sooner.

The woman's hand twitched, the blade in her grip gleaming menacingly in the darkness. A chill ran through him, as if a warm heart had plummeted into an abyss. He suddenly felt death was closer than he thought.

She didn't want to die.

If that woman were to be struck by a knife, she would scream that they had the wrong person, and since the situation couldn't be reversed anyway, it might as well be a gamble. Now, none of them are saying anything; she won't tell the truth either, lest she actually get killed. This is no joke.

"Julie, this woman is still useful," John said, standing up and looking around the surroundings. He smiled coldly and pointed to the derelict ships in the distance, "Tie her up."

Warmth flowed through his hand as he looked, his face changing drastically. What

Buckle up

The boat pole was almost seven or eight meters long, and underneath was a ruin. If she fell from the top, even if her legs weren't broken, she would be pierced by the nails on the bottom of the boat. What kind of person is John to be so cruel

Before she could react, two men in black came over and pulled Wen Nuan away to bind her. Wen Nuan struggled frantically, "Let go! You've got the wrong person, let me go..."

She panicked and shouted in Chinese. The others couldn't understand her. The two men looked at John, asking him what to do. John waved his hand, motioning for them to step aside. He looked at Warmth, "What do you want to say"

Warmth faltered for a moment, though her English was rather broken, simple conversations she could manage. "Let me go... I don't know anyone named Mo Ye Yan, really don't know..."

John burst into laughter, suddenly stood up and waved to people to come over and tie Warmth. In a short time, Warmth was hung onto the ship mast. Her head was spinning and her vision blurred; her mind went blank for a moment. She screamed desperately, but she couldn't stop her fate from being hoisted up.

When a woman is at her wit's end, her volume can be incredibly powerful. Even when being dragged and pulled against her will, she can still scream with astonishing force, the sound echoing around her. This demonstrates that women possess tremendous vocal potential.

The man in black could bear it no longer, he used black duct tape to cover her mouth again. The entire port fell silent. Even the warmth was gone, she wouldn't really die here, would she

Now that I know the female lead in the movie is so much trouble, every time she gets kidnapped, she can whine and chat with the kidnappers for ages, and she can even threaten them arrogantly, some are so outrageous that they even scare the kidnappers.

But now that she's been kidnapped, she realizes that real gangsters don't give you any time to waste words. She just wasted a sentence and someone covered her mouth, let alone anything else.

Fast, ruthless, and precise—that's their style.

She was hanging from a mast about seven or eight meters high. The sea wind howled, and her body swayed in the air. She suddenly felt like a kite, and because of gravity, her wrists were especially painful. Hanging there, the friction rubbed her wrists raw, it hurt very much.

Besides the pain, there was also a feeling of being off the ground, floating. Wen Nuan only felt the pain was excruciating. She didn't dare struggle; any movement made her body shake even more violently, and with a larger amplitude. In the end, the pain was all hers, and this constant swaying wasn't pleasant at all.

The people underground were discussing something, Warmth couldn't understand, their English was spoken too quickly, occasionally with a few Italian phrases, which made it even more unintelligible. She didn't know what they were talking about at all.

Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, the warmth allowed me to see several men carrying sniper rifles ascend to a high point. A few others concealed themselves in four different corners, hidden well and aiming at the center of the field.

Another dozen or so people dispersed, forming inner and outer circles that occupied the most important positions in the abandoned site. They surrounded it completely. Warmth thought to himself, if they opened fire, anyone coming would be caught in a hail of bullets.

The situation is terrifying.

Who was coming A mixture of warmth and anxiety filled her, and at this moment, she desperately hoped that Feimo wouldn't come. She begged him not to, for it would be a dead end, clearly a trap set by an enemy, just to kill whoever came.

They kept mentioning Mo Ye Yan, the Mafia. There was anger, there was venting, but not a single word about Ye Fei Mo. Warmth and relief washed over me, thank goodness, they didn't mention Ye Fei Mo. Then this person wouldn't be Ye Fei Mo either.

He won't get hurt, nor will he be pointed at with a gun.

But...

If it wasn't Ye Fei Mo, who would care about her life or death in a place where Roman people are unfamiliar Ye Mo Yan is part of the mafia and has nothing to do with her. How could he be so foolish as to come to the docksemale lead dances gracefully...This handling of yearning and love with a touch of melancholy seems to give the audience a sense of longing, while simultaneously intensifying the tragic nature of the f...