"Of course it's interesting!" Ma Qiqi didn't even blink. The apple in her hand was forgotten after a bite. She supported her face with one hand, her mouth half open, and gasped occasionally. "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! This kidnapper is actually something!"
The television showed the tall figure, who just stood up from the rubble, swerve and roll backwards, disappearing into the darkness. Bullets and grenades rained in the direction the man had disappeared in. In the eyes of the audience, this "kidnapper's" appearance and disappearance happened in a matter of seconds. However, to Tan Guiren, it seemed like forever.
How he stood up amid the rubble was etched deeply into her mind, even though she was already safe and had returned to her family's villa on Long Island, New York. That man had not removed his helmet and headgear. She did not know what he looked like, but she had an extremely deep impression of his silhouette.
